<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:12:14.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusion &amp; deception</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-7268161414109520223</id><published>2007-03-22T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:36:47.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://plasteredhearts.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-7268161414109520223?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7268161414109520223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=7268161414109520223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7268161414109520223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7268161414109520223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/httpplasteredhearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-374318261386038516</id><published>2007-03-18T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:18:31.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfzrGnG0aBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/521WxeEk5X8/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfzrGnG0aBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/521WxeEk5X8/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043164181557438482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture found somewhere in this computer. The three looked so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on everyone's blogs, i see the amount of dread comcerning school tmrw. Why oh why, does Spore have so much emphasis on education. But 90% of the cool kids in town hate it. Come on, who does well in something they dont even enjoy doing? Talk about, work. Half the time we're forced to do them, we whine and complain. But none of the bigger people care. So everyone, it's time to listen to each other. Lets make this world a less dreadful place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to delete this blog. I was actually just about to. Not sure why i had the sudden urge to actually, i was probably sick and tired of explaining what i type about here to everyone. But yet again, if i delete the outlet of my anger, then i'll be found dead within days. Hah, joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with Jiahui last night. Some how it's easier for me to trust her with things. Easier for me to talk to her, to tell her, and to somehow ask her what i should be doing right. Like they say, your closest friends are the ones that are a part of you. Thanks babe, the talk last night helped me out a whole lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the new term is up, my priorities are as follows(in random order): &lt;br /&gt; 1. Cheer! At least till next thursday.&lt;br /&gt; 2. School. Gotta catch up on whatever i've missed last term.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Family time. I havent seemed to be really bonding with family much. Times like this you wish your mum nagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all, go out less Marie Lee. My only memory of this holiday is going out and cheer. Bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Last night, i couldnt sleep. I laid on my bed and thought of you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-374318261386038516?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/374318261386038516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=374318261386038516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/374318261386038516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/374318261386038516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/apologies.html' title='Apologies.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfzrGnG0aBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/521WxeEk5X8/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-201098342798168318</id><published>2007-03-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:34:15.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfvpTHG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bdKfo_Ok3Kw/s1600-h/P1040386+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfvpTHG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bdKfo_Ok3Kw/s320/P1040386+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042880722305837058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size= 1&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dont you know how much this hurts me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-201098342798168318?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/201098342798168318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=201098342798168318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/201098342798168318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/201098342798168318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/learn-to-forget.html' title='Learn to forget.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfvpTHG0aAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bdKfo_Ok3Kw/s72-c/P1040386+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-5055207060088803232</id><published>2007-03-15T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:25:42.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to do it right this time around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfjvT3G0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ALr7pPBWiHM/s1600-h/sydney!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfjvT3G0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ALr7pPBWiHM/s320/sydney!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042042907330373618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was skinnier back then really. i'm missing choir again. ): I'll have to go over to the primary school to pass Mrs Sim my uniform. The juniors are wearing it, and damn it this makes me feel so old. Meanwhile, i'm super exicted to go back tmr. Oohlala, excitement. :D Looking at that picture, i think i've grown. Loads older.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping with Mum later on, shopping with mummy means money and clothes. Oh seer joy. :D Didnt manage to get my bagpack ytd. I'm so sad i tell youu. ): Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne is so annoyingly cute. Haha, the video's even funnier. It's Thursday and i'm not even half way through my homework. This suckssss. !#$!!!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar! Goes the Lion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-5055207060088803232?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5055207060088803232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=5055207060088803232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5055207060088803232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5055207060088803232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-try-to-do-it-right-this-time-around.html' title='I try to do it right this time around.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfjvT3G0Z_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ALr7pPBWiHM/s72-c/sydney!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-7439515258716462257</id><published>2007-03-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:17:44.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it hurts you, it'd hurt me three times more.</title><content type='html'>They got a lotta girls &lt;br /&gt;Who know they got it goin' on &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever a comparison to you &lt;br /&gt;Now can't you see &lt;br /&gt;That you're the only one I really want &lt;br /&gt;And everything I need &lt;br /&gt;Is everything you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl walk by, don't matter &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're looking so much better &lt;br /&gt;Don't ever need to get &lt;br /&gt;Caught up in jealousy &lt;br /&gt;She could be a super-model &lt;br /&gt;Every magazine, the cover &lt;br /&gt;She'll never, ever mean a thing to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's no you, oh, no &lt;br /&gt;You give me more than I could ever want &lt;br /&gt;She's no you, oh, no &lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with the one I got &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all the girl &lt;br /&gt;That I ever dreamed &lt;br /&gt;She's only a picture on a magazine &lt;br /&gt;She's no you, she's no you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a lotta girls &lt;br /&gt;Who dance in all the videos &lt;br /&gt;But I prefer the way you do &lt;br /&gt;The way you move &lt;br /&gt;You're more than beautiful &lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna let you know &lt;br /&gt;That all I ever need &lt;br /&gt;Is what I've got with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just has to type out all these sweetsweet lyrics. Gahh, this song makes me want to cry i tell you. So anyway the hols have started. There's cheer loads of work and stuff. But i still make time for hanging out. (: Dad bought his new Sony MP3 from the IT fair that day. He's so obsessed i tell you, he's never ever leaving it. He's like blasting it super loudly with the gadget's so called, 'specail earphones'. I swear my dad does not act his age, getting excited over some gadget. I'D SAY, TECH-GEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-7439515258716462257?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7439515258716462257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=7439515258716462257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7439515258716462257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7439515258716462257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-it-hurts-you-itd-hurt-me-three-times.html' title='If it hurts you, it&apos;d hurt me three times more.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-8752394185463414829</id><published>2007-03-09T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:09:31.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP! Goes my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfF4jXG0Z-I/AAAAAAAAADs/kfzoFuJrdAM/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfF4jXG0Z-I/AAAAAAAAADs/kfzoFuJrdAM/s320/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039942006897666018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, blog readers! I had great fun today. But i'm not gonna type it all out. I mean, who would wanna read right? They'd prolly skip the whole paragraph and read the signing off, HAWHAWHAW. Okay so anyway, we 'tanned', played with sand, and found sand in our pants. Like seriously, how do they get there? I met mum at Toapayoh Mrt today when i was on the way home, told her about my day and she said, 'Girls cry easily, they are best at that.' Like mummy?! What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be sad YM, you deserve so so MUCH MORE. Iloveyou! And Jiaher, dont care bout what happened today. We be strong and fight the non-righteous. Yeahhh, to hell with them mann. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like i was talking to myself, okay heck. Did i mention i like eating &lt;em&gt;humchingbeng&lt;/em&gt;? It's the bomb people, like really. I dont quite know howta sepll it though, its cantonese. There's cheer tmr, St Pat's perfromance on Sunday and cheer for the rest of the week, i dont think i'll make it for cheer everyday. It's too hectic. I have so much homework for the holiday, ohgod. I dont want to do them. It's a friggin' holiday, give ME a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should watch Music and Lyrics, it's bloody nice and romantic. : D Just the way i like it. YeahHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ohmy, it's getting late and i'm getting mad. This wont do! Ohwells, gotta choreograph some steps now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Lee, OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-8752394185463414829?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/8752394185463414829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=8752394185463414829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/8752394185463414829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/8752394185463414829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='POP! Goes my heart.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RfF4jXG0Z-I/AAAAAAAAADs/kfzoFuJrdAM/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-4591199019029389764</id><published>2007-03-06T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:37:01.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what do i go to school for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Re1lsz7CQbI/AAAAAAAAADk/AWsQqwbjIms/s1600-h/isabel%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Re1lsz7CQbI/AAAAAAAAADk/AWsQqwbjIms/s320/isabel%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038795378623922610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR! School's been a tragic bore. Results suck, teachers suck and everything in school sucks. Seriously, arent the teachers supposed to like encourage us to do better or smth? Instead of bringing us down time and time again? Ohgod, this is so annoying. So as you can see from the first few sentences of my post, today didnt go well. Flunked CAs, failed one subject so far. But the rest are just borderline passes. So guess which subject i flunked? Science. I studied so hard for crying out loud. Proves the point that hard work not necessarily pays off yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i hate this. Lunch with Shalyn, Rachael and Steph today. So practically throughout the whole of today we were discussing about what to wear on friday. Like over and over again. Rachael, we're all not wearing bikinis btw. :D Haha, that girl is insisting on us showing our mid-drifts. No thanks, really. Not when i'm going through this everlasting phase of my life, having the mindset that i'm ohsovery fat. I'd have to admit it sadly, i am fat. And i know that you people out there are just out to make me feel worse about myself, this time i'm way stronger. No crying, no more sudden tears. Yeah, so watch me. Watch me grow skinnier. Wayy skinnier. I can SO SO do this. Food sucks, food sucks, food sucks. Food is so disgusting and fattening. This isnt working. Oh gosh. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i feel like bursting out in tears but i cant. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP STEPHANIE LIAU. WE'LL BE HERE OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why youve become such a &lt;strong&gt;BASTARD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-4591199019029389764?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4591199019029389764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=4591199019029389764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/4591199019029389764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/4591199019029389764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-what-do-i-go-to-school-for.html' title='So what do i go to school for?'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Re1lsz7CQbI/AAAAAAAAADk/AWsQqwbjIms/s72-c/isabel%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-4331625791188060729</id><published>2007-03-04T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:33:00.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Angel.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. It's stay home sunday. Bloody youtube people dont wanna upload the last episode of Hana Kimi. I'm depressed. Lets post some pictures to keep us going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0k76Hl5I/AAAAAAAAACo/0CcN-lb1afU/s1600-h/CIMG0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0k76Hl5I/AAAAAAAAACo/0CcN-lb1afU/s320/CIMG0483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037967311072892818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0lr6Hl6I/AAAAAAAAACw/Eci_oIxziS8/s1600-h/CIMG0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0lr6Hl6I/AAAAAAAAACw/Eci_oIxziS8/s320/CIMG0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037967323957794722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0l76Hl7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gu-8ecZDjn4/s1600-h/CIMG0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0l76Hl7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gu-8ecZDjn4/s320/CIMG0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037967328252762034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0mL6Hl8I/AAAAAAAAADA/9XPSXIMlPuo/s1600-h/CIMG0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0mL6Hl8I/AAAAAAAAADA/9XPSXIMlPuo/s320/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037967332547729346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0mr6Hl9I/AAAAAAAAADI/GEdfrIWoeAA/s1600-h/CIMG0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0mr6Hl9I/AAAAAAAAADI/GEdfrIWoeAA/s320/CIMG0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037967341137663954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITI(hello Nut), keeps calling me an Ahlian. I swear and that all because i think that the Hana Kimi guy is superly hot. I'll slap her yknow. Now Siti says i'm half meenah half ahlian. I swear she cant stop teasing me. I STILL THINK THE GUY FROM HANA KIMI IS DAMN HOT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh damn it! I'm obsessed! Ohgosh, yknow this isnt good at all. I have no mood for school tmrw. Someone save me, i'm SO AWFULLY SICK. And the only way for me to recover, is more Kdrama and taiwanese drama. Oh hooray! : DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-4331625791188060729?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/4331625791188060729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=4331625791188060729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/4331625791188060729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/4331625791188060729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/03/guardian-angel.html' title='Guardian Angel.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rep0k76Hl5I/AAAAAAAAACo/0CcN-lb1afU/s72-c/CIMG0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-7049050923977220187</id><published>2007-03-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:55:36.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rema1b6Hl3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_DNpnj3N5vA/s1600-h/%23+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rema1b6Hl3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_DNpnj3N5vA/s320/%23+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037727901005879154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA KIMI! THAT'S LIKE THE.BOMB. And besides why miss out on an ohsohot guy like Wu Chun, Wu Zun, Wu Cun. Or smth like that, i'm not too sure though. I've never been into taiwanese dramas. Cos i thought they were stupid and senseless. But something stuck me! Thats the bloody lead role's face. Omggg, how hot can he get. He's gorgeous. Like gahh. I sound so euw. Okay marie, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RemhKb6Hl4I/AAAAAAAAACY/C8HxBUMtfSE/s1600-h/omg+%232.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RemhKb6Hl4I/AAAAAAAAACY/C8HxBUMtfSE/s320/omg+%232.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037734858852898690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think he's super hot. (Though i admit there's something wrong with his nose. Nobody's perfect right? OMGG.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i flunked my CAs, too late to care, anyway. Next four days of school will be spent a slack, i dont think i'll have the mood to listen anyway. So i guess it's just awaiting wonderfull holidays for the rest of the week. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt alone? Like though youre surrounded with a thousend people, but somehow that something that's missing, makes you feel so alone. Then have you ever felt like giving everything up? Shouting to the world how you really feel inside without caring about how they think? Or maybe being the fatest girl in the world and yet leave home with the sexiet clothes and prettiest makeup, without having people say, 'Hasnt she looked in the mirror?' And having look into the mirror without saying 'Ohgod, I look fat. I shall get it changed'. Have you ever doubted yourself esteem? Have you every doubted if you were really strong enough to withstand all that the onlookers are pinpointing at you? And then again, you've never been that strong. But you were strong at hiding how you really felt inside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a emo post whatsoever, just some self reflection. I'm fine, really. So dont ask yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-7049050923977220187?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7049050923977220187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=7049050923977220187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7049050923977220187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7049050923977220187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rema1b6Hl3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/_DNpnj3N5vA/s72-c/%23+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-2494088386821417845</id><published>2007-02-26T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:22:59.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg it's not over.</title><content type='html'>It's pretty sad how everything ends so quickly, like how danceworks ended. Ah, screw this. I dont wanna blog bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid feeling doesnt go away. I want to cry, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie's a big girl, and big girls don cry. So we wont be sore losers and cry over split milk, we must be strong and face reality. I'm taking this SO well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so free now, i stay back to study. Not to dance, meanwhile i'm looking forward to Wednesday cause there's the St Pat's performance rehersal! Oh yayness. No more dancewroks means no more dance and that also means fat. Oh god, damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked history and mothertongue. Okay, i know youre not suprised so just shutup and stop gloating cos you did better. Gosh, damn it. I'm back to this, eateateat lifestyle now. Most probably, i'll be spending my day eating and sobbing over stupid things, hah. Loser! Got Nicholas Spark's True Believer today. Sounds like good stuff. Hopefully the book'll keeep me far away from pigging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you've mistaken me for something i didnt do, i'd gladly make myself clear that i dont know anything you dont want me to know. Though i dont know what is it youre trying to hide. I wish you'd initiate to talk things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont blame me if i say i'm not over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-2494088386821417845?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2494088386821417845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=2494088386821417845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/2494088386821417845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/2494088386821417845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-beg-its-not-over.html' title='I beg it&apos;s not over.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-9059984290362386383</id><published>2007-02-22T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:54:54.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rd2ukUE_12I/AAAAAAAAACE/qqd7hIdGAaQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rd2ukUE_12I/AAAAAAAAACE/qqd7hIdGAaQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034371897358276450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop seeing trees. I need this to stop before my eyes go green. Plus the happy feet song is tapping in my head. Ew, this sucks. I'm gonna sue whoever came up with that bloody trail thingaling. It should've just rained, then we wouldnt have walked. Now i regret not taking the three-day MC. I'm so tired my eyes are on the verge of closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sore feet, aching shoulders and tearing bloodshot eyes, this couldnt get worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitifully yours, &lt;br /&gt;Marie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-9059984290362386383?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/9059984290362386383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=9059984290362386383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/9059984290362386383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/9059984290362386383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/sore-feet.html' title='Sore feet.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rd2ukUE_12I/AAAAAAAAACE/qqd7hIdGAaQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-6790469990028684771</id><published>2007-02-21T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:07:16.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fevour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvOR0E_1zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q82OrVBr05g/s1600-h/S3010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvOR0E_1zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q82OrVBr05g/s320/S3010182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033843813949364018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I call it sisterhood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvOSkE_11I/AAAAAAAAABg/X3VF1uICX8s/s1600-h/S3010189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvOSkE_11I/AAAAAAAAABg/X3VF1uICX8s/s320/S3010189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033843826834265938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still cant figure out why Esterlina decided to dress her daughter up as a chinadoll. My cousin and her goofy ideas, it's CNY anyway! But boyyy, aint she adorable? She makes me wanna pinch her cheeks out. *Evil Laugh :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvNeUE_1yI/AAAAAAAAABI/5U3kDGmQLu4/s1600-h/S3010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvNeUE_1yI/AAAAAAAAABI/5U3kDGmQLu4/s320/S3010195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033842929186101026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little picture of Cousins, Sisters and basically family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absent from school, once again. After a public holiday. My eye hurts and the doctor gratned me an MC. It's really the first time i actually wanna be in school. Wednesdays are the most slack, and we have nice long lunch breaks. ): And i'm missing all of that. Tmrw's the hike at some hill in spore. It's Bukit Timah i think, then it's dance after that. I dont want to imagine how tired i'll be. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dance today, i'm still considering if i should go, competition so near and stuff. But on the other hand i'm so afraid i'll get caught. I'll just prolly fix up and excuse saying " I felt so much better later in the morning, so i decided i'd come for my CCA" Hah, good one right? All hail the art of lying. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as i'm typing out this post, i'm tearing. Non-stop, the sty in my eye just irritates the hell outta me. So there's this cream thing that i was precribed to use. And i'm directed to squeeze it into my eyelid. Well not that i havent done it before, but it's harder this time cause the sty's bigger and more swollen. Now, see the pain i'm put through? : //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke cans of love,&lt;br /&gt;Marie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-6790469990028684771?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/6790469990028684771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=6790469990028684771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/6790469990028684771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/6790469990028684771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/fevour.html' title='Fevour'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdvOR0E_1zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q82OrVBr05g/s72-c/S3010182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-5535327148734822486</id><published>2007-02-20T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:18:36.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rdrxu0E_1uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oRb9Cu1hRAs/s1600-h/dressyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rdrxu0E_1uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oRb9Cu1hRAs/s320/dressyy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033601320095831778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's cheena new year! Okay, this year was okay. Kinda boring though. Like other years. I didnt really have the chance to actually look forward to it. Cause of danceworks and all. It's pretty hectic i must say. CNY gets me thinking, about kinship and all. All that everyone says is most important.Not that i disagree, but that when i see all the three of us(Both my sisters and I) dread going to that one aunty's house, i kinda get guilty. Fact is, we dont like her that much. For being sucha snob and all, but actually i think we should learn to tolerate. And so we did this year, though we just sat there and said nothing. What more could we say? With her oh-so-perfect life, perfect husband, and two perfect and smart sons. God is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, i realised i forgot to take the Catholic Welfare Tickets outta the house, TODAY. And that pretty much means i have to buy the whole donation booklet. Ah, heack. FOR A GOOD CAUSE PEOPLE. School starts tmrw. I dont if thats a good thing, considering that i just had a good long break and i'm kinda lazy to get back to school mode. But having school means losing weight! And losing all those persistant blobs that i've gained this CNY. Now enough with the goodies Marie Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied, i told mum i'd completed my homework. But i'm actually looking forward to copying everything tmr. Hah, i know. It's so typical of me. Ohmy, hopefuly she doesnt read blogs. My template's kinda dead. But i guess i'm sticking to this. No tagboard whatsoever. No links. But you guys could comment though. I'm kinda lazy for all the tag board shit. And perhaps these blogskins are good for a change. Havent been reading much, gotta get down to bussiness. With danceworks this week, and CAs the next, i hardly have anytime for anything. I need a time manager, if there even is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some Sweedish Bitter, soothe the throat yall.&lt;br /&gt;LATERRR. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-5535327148734822486?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5535327148734822486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=5535327148734822486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5535327148734822486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5535327148734822486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/summer-nights.html' title='Summer nights.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rdrxu0E_1uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oRb9Cu1hRAs/s72-c/dressyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-1783573693540443326</id><published>2007-02-18T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:34:36.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the coming, and the meeting of tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdgbT0E_1tI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BvDkyf1kmQM/s1600-h/Photo00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032802610797598418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdgbT0E_1tI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BvDkyf1kmQM/s320/Photo00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadly, not in a very chinese new year-y mood right now. So i shant blog about new year, not until the second day gets past. So its goodies, goodies more goodies. Ohgod, how fat can i get. Come on yall, lets burn the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear as remembered kisses after death, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On lips that are for others; deep as love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Death in Life, the days that are no more.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Tennyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i dont think anyone can ever write like that anymore. He is a god yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danceworks is coming so so soon, i doubt we're prepared, really. I'll just keep praying we'll do our best. We can do this Pulchritude! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-1783573693540443326?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/1783573693540443326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=1783573693540443326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/1783573693540443326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/1783573693540443326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-coming-and-meeting-of-tomorrow.html' title='For the coming, and the meeting of tomorrow.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/RdgbT0E_1tI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BvDkyf1kmQM/s72-c/Photo00067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-3486286963625784605</id><published>2007-02-14T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:21:30.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say, hey!</title><content type='html'>I'm in school now, having animagine. Everyone's slacking away, no one's done their story boards. And no one cares. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight issues, i guess everyone goes through them sometime in their life. it's just whether things get serious a not. i've always been obsessive about these things, i believe it's in the genes. I guess, i live to lose weight yknow. Like seriously, i've always been trying to get on diets and stuff. This sucks, i dont wanna be yellow. One try, i'm filled with guilt. And crying over weight issue just makes me feel stupid, like totally. Vanity? It's all on the outside, but thats what people see right? That was people use to judge you, and thats what will be you. What people will think of you. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is talking to this i-dont-know who guy, and they dont know each other. Ohgod, how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-3486286963625784605?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3486286963625784605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=3486286963625784605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3486286963625784605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3486286963625784605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/say-hey_14.html' title='Say, hey!'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-2711548488622464995</id><published>2007-02-13T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:21:01.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say, hey!</title><content type='html'>I'm in school now, having animagine. Everyone's slacking away, no one's done their story boards. And no one cares. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight issues, i guess everyone goes through them sometime in their life. it's just whether things get serious a not. i've always been obsessive about these things, i believe it's in the genes. I guess, i live to lose weight yknow. Like seriously, i've always been trying to get on diets and stuff. This sucks, i dont wanna be yellow. One try, i'm filled with guilt. And crying over weight issue just makes me feel stupid, like totally. Vanity? It's all on the outside, but thats what people see right? That was people use to judge you, and thats what will be you. What people will think of you. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is talking to this i-dont-know who guy, and they dont know each other. Ohgod, how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-2711548488622464995?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/2711548488622464995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=2711548488622464995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/2711548488622464995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/2711548488622464995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/say-hey_13.html' title='Say, hey!'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-122306467503134260</id><published>2007-02-13T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:20:31.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say, hey!</title><content type='html'>I'm in school now, having animagine. Everyone's slacking away, no one's done their story boards. And no one cares. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight issues, i guess everyone goes through them sometime in their life. it's just whether things get serious a not. i've always been obsessive about these things, i believe it's in the genes. I guess, i live to lose weight yknow. Like seriously, i've always been trying to get on diets and stuff. This sucks, i dont wanna be yellow. One try, i'm filled with guilt. And crying over weight issue just makes me feel stupid, like totally. Vanity? It's all on the outside, but thats what people see right? That was people use to judge you, and thats what will be you. What people will think of you. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is talking to this i-dont-know who guy, and they dont know each other. Ohgod, how scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-122306467503134260?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/122306467503134260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=122306467503134260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/122306467503134260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/122306467503134260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/say-hey.html' title='Say, hey!'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-3343031681056325279</id><published>2007-02-11T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:21:40.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They told me i didnt need you.</title><content type='html'>So marie's going through this, omg-i'm-so-busy lifestyle now. And i'm lovin' it. Though i'm stressed out by danceworks and tests. This reminds me, there's statistics test tmr. I'm a screwed up Math student. Gahh, i'm in no mood to care. A few hours ago, the hairstylist screwed up my hair. Excuse me!? It's for CNY? I'm staying home this chinese new year, and i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree ytd, with the company of Jiahui. She's so indecisive i tell you. Took so long to decide whether to buy those brown cordrouy pants. I love shopping mann, it's a major stress reliever! I still queston why dad says "it's a waste of time'. So please pardon the irregular posts during this period of time. I gotta manage my time and eliminate the extra! : D This is so workin' yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rc78RUE_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lC_Lk7qcQzU/s1600-h/Mariee+and+Jaihui,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030235208197068482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rc78RUE_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lC_Lk7qcQzU/s320/Mariee+and+Jaihui,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is coming! I'm gonna get my dress for my date with the secret admirer! No, kidding. I'll be spending valentines day with Pulchritude. Yknow how they say, "go through thick and thin, festivals and seasons?' HAWHAWHAW. I totally didnt make that up. I havent bought the gifts yet. But i'm utterly broke thanks to the constant overeating. Have i mentioned I'm-so-over diets? Diets are so last summer, fatsos are in the trend! Skinny people, please make your way to the dustbin, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i love dance so so much, i kinda miss after school lunches. Havent been keeping up with people lately and the gossips getting around make meso clueless about everything. What makes a girl without gossip mann? Hoho, i sound like such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time! Hooray for food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-3343031681056325279?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3343031681056325279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=3343031681056325279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3343031681056325279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3343031681056325279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-told-me-i-didnt-need-you.html' title='They told me i didnt need you.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmHgze8mq64/Rc78RUE_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lC_Lk7qcQzU/s72-c/Mariee+and+Jaihui,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-3246194891854866387</id><published>2007-02-09T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:56:55.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety attacks;</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, 10th Feb 12:45 am. I usually dont consider the next day till i wake up from my sleep. So yeah. So anyway, tmr's full dress. With the comm seniors syf people and all. Gahh. I'm so scared. : ( Imagine the real day. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Feb, Sunday. Everyone be at Marina Square to support Pulchritude! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to see the doctor today, he went for some holiday. So we ended up shopping. Mum and Mindy bought their CNY clothes. So many ehh! I need pumps like badly. I need to shop! But sadly there isnt time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to danceworks. I'm afraid i'd let loose again. Okay, time to psyche myself. MARIE LEE &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; TIGHTEN. Gahh, just loosen up and i'll look like i'm flinging again. Bad habits die hard, so true yall. My stomach hurts, and my ankle hurts too. Bloody hell, I hope i pull through dance tmr. I'm a bloody weakling lah. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta wake up at 7 tmr to paint the capsule for danceworks. Cause the glue isnt dry yet. Oh danggg, i'm so screwed. It has to be done by 930. Tell me how! I'm gonna get blasted. So there's dance at Youth Park tmr, should i go? I have lotsa work not done, not studied. I cant cope lah, seriously. Mabel's going, and she's bugging me to. Now Mindy wants to go. Mum and Dad'll go too. No, i'm kidding.  Mabel did quite okay for Os. : D Lets not mention no nothing about Science Prac nor Chinese test. I screwed it all. Then again, when did i seem to care (well thats acc to mum)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile it's time for me to get some good sleep for the long day tmr. Farewell folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-3246194891854866387?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/3246194891854866387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=3246194891854866387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3246194891854866387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/3246194891854866387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/anxiety-attacks.html' title='Anxiety attacks;'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-5972552941288201135</id><published>2007-02-08T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:40:46.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lose weight lose weight lose weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-5972552941288201135?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5972552941288201135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=5972552941288201135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5972552941288201135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5972552941288201135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/lose-weight-lose-weight-lose-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-7273998501306659800</id><published>2007-02-06T21:00:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T04:55:32.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking through the hourglass, dont know what has gone and passed.</title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody pissed. I cant find my freaking glasses! So now i'm wearing the old ones which look like crap. Ohgod, and the degree is making me giddy. Okay now, i feel so damn stressed. I hate school. I hate damn Ms Au that keeps saying it's the end of me, just cause i cant memorise the freaking chemical formulaes. Why do teacher's keep putting us down. Arent they supposed to encourage us? Pfft. I'm so used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dance, yey i love dance. But nobody friggin listens to me! Oh feel my pain. I dont blame them, cause i'm totally younger. But hello?! For the sake of the competition yall! I mean, you can just not care about me. But the competition?! Omgomgomg, yall can be the death of me. :/ Danceworks is coming, i'm so scared. We're totally not up for it. We gotta work.. ten times harder! Easier said then done, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to study, my world revolves around, studying and dance. Well thank goodness for dance if not there'll be no more ways to destress! Jiaher and Jaime have been shopping. I wanna go too. I'm so sad i tell you. Okay Marie shutup and stop complaining. I'm such a pig, i have chai tiau kway today. I swear nothing works. FOOD IS JUST LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study now.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO BUY PVA GLUE. How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: Youre too busy for any of these right now, toss them at the back of your mind and concentrate on what needs to be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-7273998501306659800?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/7273998501306659800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=7273998501306659800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7273998501306659800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/7273998501306659800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/looking-through-hourglass-dont-know_5788.html' title='Looking through the hourglass, dont know what has gone and passed.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-5312161527472826121</id><published>2007-02-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:22:38.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy i shall be.</title><content type='html'>Marie never ever gets anything right. I bloody hell screwed up at Techniques today lah. I cant help but be such a sucker. Spins are all wrong, feet not pointed, not on demi. Oh god, you see how much i suck. Okay, lets just do hiphop all year round. And still, my hiphop isnt too up to standard. Well i gotta keep working. The expectations of us at dance is so pressurising, Bel was so angry today. Freaked me out like totally. Dance hard marie, DANCE HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can do this, i can do this, i can do this. Miss Wee is nice, Miss wee is nice, Miss wee is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear nothing's working. Okay now heck that. I'm so scared for Science Prac, i tell you i'll just forget howta turn on the bunsen burner, and sit there and cry yknow. Seriously, i never get anything right when my nerves act up on me. Like oh god, now how. Omg how depressing is this. I dont ever listen in class, gotta get rid of that bloody book i write in every period of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now someone tell me, why did Japan fight the Japanese Occupation? Like whyy, why are they so bloody mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate math! Oh god, why are we learning to draw tables?! Not like i'll every become a table-drawer. What am i talking about. I'm not auditioning for the musical, Marie Lee stop being ambitious. I have to get my act together, stop getting distracted and dance and study hard! I keep lying to myself. I feel so fat, you big blob of fats. And are you suprised? I wouldnt mind being anorecxic. Funny how far people go for vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOSE WEIGHT MARIE, LOSE WEIGHT. STOP EATING MANN. AND STOP THOSE MILO BREAKS. HEY FAT MARIE, HELLO MARIE/FATASS. HELLO FATSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, i can so do this. Lose the weight, lose it fast. (At least before danceworks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm angry no longer sad, but angry and disappointed. I feel like drowning in a big sea. And never coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-5312161527472826121?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5312161527472826121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=5312161527472826121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5312161527472826121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/5312161527472826121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-i-shall-be.html' title='Happy i shall be.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-674622205557297231</id><published>2007-02-04T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:21:43.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up.</title><content type='html'>Okay, marie will from now on. Concentrate on her studies and dance. And stop letting other things distract her. Yes, i can do it mann. So there's Science prac, Chinese test, and Essay exam next week. Oh not forgetting the auditions and danceworks practice. Goodbye after school lunches. No wonder Mabel says dance shuts you off from your social life. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just finished my homework, packed my geog file and planned out my week. Yes, i'm all set for the challenge mann, like bring it on! : DD Ohmy, i suddenly feel so, accomplished. HAHAHAH, I cant believe i'm saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these stuff i'm saying, totally contradicts what i'm doing. The books are in the locker! I never ever bring any books home. Aiight, i suck. Oh! I brought my shou ce home though. That rocks lah. Whee, i'm high on mars bars. See the calories? I havent had one in 234513451 year. We deserve to treat ourselves a little at the end of the week. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Note to you two: Oh, what's new. You'd prolly be guessing how much life sucks for me without yall. But let me prove you wrong, i dont see no more need in getting upset cause of people like you guys. Yeah boy, crush us and bring us down. That doesnt make you a better person. Maybe doing these stuff just makes you feel better bout yourself. If it does, go on breaking hearts. In the the ones hurt wont be us no more. You guys have totally no idea how much this hurts me. But i guess you dont really care. So guess what? I wont care too. So lets just pretend the past year hasn't happened. Isnt this the way you want things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgod Marie, get a grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-674622205557297231?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/674622205557297231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=674622205557297231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/674622205557297231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/674622205557297231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/giving-up.html' title='Giving up.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117051697947617498</id><published>2007-02-03T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:36:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But all i really want is to hold you tight.</title><content type='html'>Dance really cheers me up, whole lot. Though i felt so inferior at the YouthPark Remix class just awhile ago. I'm sitting at staring, but i feel a whole lot of endorphines running through my body. : D This rocks. Dance is good, makes me happy and the company makes everything better. I'm so going for next week's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going so not well, my geog file's not done. Or should i say, everything's not done. Homework's in a mess and chemicals and ions give me headaches. Tell me i'm not too involved in dance. I think without dance i'd just be an emo kid. Bonnie, Khym, Jiahui, and Jewel are just so funny. My dance coaches are so hawt. But they're ideas are so queer, Mud people? EEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn away, by the next second i turn back, i see everything splitting up. Oh gosh, how much this hurts me. Everyone's hurting everyone. I hate seeing these things happen. What happened to our happy holidays. Everyone was so happy then, i understand things change and hearts too. But why, the sudden change? It's like as if everything's planned. Like as if things are meant this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things are just meant to be, and that everything happens for a reason. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, maybe it's an obstacle we have to overcome, maybe things arent that bad. I just hope for the best because i rmb when everyone was happy and that time was the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pressure, like it's a thousand blocks piling on me, causing each part of me to crumble down.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships, dance, school, I salute whoever can juggle it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117051697947617498?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117051697947617498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117051697947617498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117051697947617498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117051697947617498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-all-i-really-want-is-to-hold-you.html' title='But all i really want is to hold you tight.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117034144456199200</id><published>2007-02-01T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:50:44.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like when youre stuck in a rut, that refuses to budge.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you allow things to get the better of you, you think youre hanging on strong but you see things falling apart one by one. You are alright, but when all else fades you see the broken part of you left behind. Then the cycle starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed, i hate the fact you think youre the only one. The fact that only 'Me' revolves around your world. I used to see you as such a great friend, the one i thought i could lean on. Well blame me, and my stupidity. And my horrible skill of judging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things dont only concern one, they concern all. I hope you do see that. And that seeing things like this makes me angry, but even more hurt. So if you dont mind, please excercise some consideration for us, and quit your brandwhore bestfriend shit. It ain't getting no where for me, and it shouldnt be for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, cant live with them, cant live without them. Things get bitchy, no one bothers. What happened to everything we thought we shared. Other than the bitching, the telling tales and all the rest left bad. Friends forever, i believed once that existed. I believed that existed in us. Now i think it's just a catchy phrase humans use to decieve. I learnt my lesson, now i'm just paying for naiveity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you think it hurts you to go through this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for the stab right there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you woke me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Told me to thank you for all that crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well thanks, i wont ever fall for your trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117034144456199200?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117034144456199200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117034144456199200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117034144456199200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117034144456199200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-when-youre-stuck-in-rut-that.html' title='Like when youre stuck in a rut, that refuses to budge.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117032156209005532</id><published>2007-02-01T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:19:22.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's imperfections.</title><content type='html'>Samp, Jewel and Rachael said i lost weight! Like whoooo. School went past fast, except for the stupid science thing we had to stay for. Pfft, Ms Au makes me hate science. Anyway, dance is getting intensive. With daily practices till six, and tuition after that. I'm going mad. But busy lives make me forget to eat. So thats good. Then i'll have a good body for CNY! I've always had this weight obsession thing. Cant get over it yknow. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters are going to JB to get clothes tmr. And i'll be alone at home. School sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the run!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you, i really thought we were friends. Now that we're this far, I dont see a need for trying to salvage this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117032156209005532?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117032156209005532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117032156209005532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117032156209005532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117032156209005532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/02/lifes-imperfections.html' title='Life&apos;s imperfections.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117016231020056061</id><published>2007-01-30T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:05:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy kids drink blood, irony.</title><content type='html'>School today was very very good. Double Math passed in a flash. But i didnt get anything in the end. Ohwells, i'll just figure out. Recess was so, high. HAHA, i swear Meishi's so mean. Insisting i'm bimbo and all that. Tskk. Then Jiaher just kept laughing. Oh god, I'm so upset. I dont know whats a &lt;em&gt;doumiao&lt;/em&gt;. And cos of that she called me a bimbo, like wth right? I'm so not bimbo!  Like ew, who wants to be bimbo mann. So tell me, whats a &lt;em&gt;doumiao&lt;/em&gt;? Tag my board okay, i really dont wanna be called a bimbo cause of that. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bloody red house cheer tmrw. Bloody cause it's red house. Hah, no. I'm.so.not.excited. And why? Because Auyong's not joining. I swear she's such a idiot. I'll never persuade her to join. Rahh, and since the people i like arent joining, and well viceversa,  &lt;u&gt;I'M SO RELUCTANT. &lt;/u&gt;Samp and I will reconsider. But i think without us red house will die, cos the majority are secones, and i only think they can fly. And not base, so how? Tell me how, now. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph Liau, Shalyn, Aly, and Rachael are such funny people. Alyssa is so wierd. She's in love with her ruler and caresses it. Like what is that?! Oh god, some one wake her up. (Hello Aly, i know youre gonna kill me.) &lt;strong&gt;It's the last day of Jan!&lt;/strong&gt; Time flies, i'm scared. Cos i'm supposed to lose weight by CNY, but i'm not doing anything about it. &lt;strong&gt;Ohwells, hello fatso. What's for supper today!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pretty busy this week, Mon, Wed, Fri, Sat, Sun are gone. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117016231020056061?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117016231020056061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117016231020056061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117016231020056061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117016231020056061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-kids-drink-blood-irony.html' title='Happy kids drink blood, irony.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117006524240001258</id><published>2007-01-29T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:07:22.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your hands are mine to hold.</title><content type='html'>I have loads to rant about today. I hate teachers, I'm fully aware how immature this sounds. But i'm too fuly aware, how immature teachers are. &lt;strong&gt;OH GOD, SAVE ME NOW.&lt;/strong&gt; Laoshi spent about half a period on telling us to learn &lt;em&gt;Tingxie(?!), &lt;/em&gt;I mean if she really wanted us to have &lt;em&gt;Tingxie&lt;/em&gt; today she shouldve just made us learn on the spot or smth. I just think the whole half of the period used lecturing us was uncalled for, and for that matter, waste of time. See how much time wasted due to angst and immaturity? Hoho, i'm jolly good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Science. &lt;em&gt;Ms Au scolded us for laughing&lt;/em&gt;. Like what is that?! Omg, i swear she's so &lt;strong&gt;queer&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, we wouldnt have laughed if she didnt say smth funny right? Or i think she's just funny looking. I think i'm gonna be sued for this, cos it's Singapore and we get sued for everything. I'm talking rubbish again. But seriously, we just giggled. And who in the world doesnt know that Ij girls laugh the most, and loudest? Like, no one. But no doubt i learnt smth, &lt;u&gt;Ammonia smells like the thing they put on my hair at the salon!&lt;/u&gt; Ew, stinkkyy stuff. But i betcha didnt know that right! HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cramps during PE today. I felt like dying yknow. I had like blackouts every few minutes when i ran, so i started walking. :/ &lt;strong&gt;Everyone, if you see Marie Lee faint in school please dont let her die. Please catch her when she falls so she wont suffer a concusion. Thank you, god will bless you. : D&lt;/strong&gt; That was just in case, now i'm so frail (I dont know why) there's any moment i can faint and i would like it if i had a concusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of the cramps and recovering cough, I didnt go for dance. Sam and I were waiting till 4 for Danceworks so we could go to the dancestudio. But at about four plus-ish we got tired and so we went home. Thus, i'm home! Oh god, i feel so retarded today. It's the cramps, I swear it's just the cramps. Marie isnt like this. Nopes, she isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're on to forth week of school, and i think school so far just went by in a stressful surreal blur. All the subjects are manageable except! See, there's always an except. Except for Science and Chinese. I listen so hard for science okay. I just have absolutely no interest for Chemistry. Though i write so many poems about two souls chemically reacting into love. There's nothing else i love about Chemistry other than love. And apparently that sucks. Chinese is a &lt;em&gt;bei(memorise)&lt;/em&gt; subject. Every year to pass chinese i memorise the way of writing the words and i'd be fine. But this year there's compre and it carries so many marks i could die to pass Chinese. Meanwhile i'll just keep telling myself '&lt;em&gt;Huayu cool!' &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;'Da jia xu yao leng jing'. &lt;/em&gt;: DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to plazasing tmr to collect some Ipod charger thing. I have no one to go with, are you free Alyssa Lim Pei Ning? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117006524240001258?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117006524240001258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117006524240001258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117006524240001258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117006524240001258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-hands-are-mine-to-hold_29.html' title='Your hands are mine to hold.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-117006344789354737</id><published>2007-01-29T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:37:27.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your hands are mine to hold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-117006344789354737?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/117006344789354737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=117006344789354737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117006344789354737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/117006344789354737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-hands-are-mine-to-hold.html' title='Your hands are mine to hold.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116997162333657500</id><published>2007-01-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:07:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, come back to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#Plugs: Take that - Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat Kim and Lynette just left, i swear they're such funny people. We managed half of the proposal done, i guess i'll just help them finish up. It's afterall quite an easy task. And the rest of the time they were having fun with my accesories. Playing dress up and all. You see, we never really do grow up. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/623184/DSC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/952204/DSC00156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/163695/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/952547/DSC00154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think lynette looks like a bimbotic astronaunt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/137007/Image00707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/762700/Image00707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found this pictureof Meishi Bimbo Koon (haha) and I in my phone. During the hols i guess. It just makes me miss my holidays even more. Come on god, everyone needs a break! Not just a kitkat, but a breaaakkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's taking me shopping on tuesday after school, i dont know why. But ohwells, anything other than staying home for hmk. Like ew. Now i have to go and copy all the files from the old computer for my sister, cos my dad says 'She'll take for ever.' Well then i could too! It's just i'm being a nice and good sister, and i dont rely on my other sisters to help me with stuff. Oh god, irritant. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116997162333657500?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116997162333657500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116997162333657500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116997162333657500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116997162333657500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-come-back-to-me.html' title='Baby, come back to me.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116995914210403923</id><published>2007-01-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:52:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will to survive.</title><content type='html'>Nat Kim and Lynette are coming over later today. To get our Science Proj done. I predict nothing will be done cos we'll always end up playing. Nehh, what a failure. I'm hungry now, and there's a chicken pie sitting in front of me at the dining where i'm seated, but i'm not allowed to eat it. It's the phlegm yall. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on medicaton yknow, and that sucks. Because it totally destroy your appetite for the rest of the day. Okay fine, it's pretty good for dieting, thing is i gave up on diets alr. Yknow how my favourite Dove comercial goes, Campaign For Real Beauty? Yes, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes have passed, i'm now eating the chicken pie. God says, "Never give in to temptation." How sinful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116995914210403923?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116995914210403923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116995914210403923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116995914210403923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116995914210403923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/will-to-survive.html' title='Will to survive.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116990670443441024</id><published>2007-01-27T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:00:51.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO NO GO TO THE XANGA BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy and i have returned home to blogger. ET PHONES HOME! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116990670443441024?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116990670443441024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116990670443441024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116990670443441024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116990670443441024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-no-go-to-xanga-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116989356124278487</id><published>2007-01-27T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:26:01.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Emo boys, and Twohill haircuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/933046/DSC0101010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/530753/DSC0101010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, I like my title today, it's pretty cute. Afterall it so depicts everyone's lives now. This is gonna be a quick one. Sorry for not blogging for days, my schedules are jamm packed. Finished geog proj today, so it's like a load off my mind. Then i'll be missing out on Belly dance tmr, one way of destressing off my schedule, if i go mad, i wont be suprised myself. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun lunch the other day was fun btw, i think the Fun people make the unhappy side of me go away. : D I love you fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/310934/X%20DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/445039/X%20DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture cos i look like a retarded nerdy doof. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dinner with the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116989356124278487?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116989356124278487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116989356124278487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116989356124278487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116989356124278487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/emo-boys-and-twohill-haircuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116961597311170082</id><published>2007-01-24T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:19:33.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant live, if living is without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a tap. I cant stop sneezing, and tearing. This is what i call, a cold. Which btw, sucks. Pfft. Marie's fever has subsided, tremendously. (Like thank goodness.) And so, it's time to catch up on homework. Luckily Meishi will be able to pass me my hmk later or i'd be totally dead tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i sort of can't talk nor eat now, my throat's hurting like whoaaa. So i've been just living on soup. Hah, what misery. But ohwells, who ever said eating was good. Lose weight marieeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116961597311170082?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116961597311170082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116961597311170082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116961597311170082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116961597311170082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-live-if-living-is-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116954745568437822</id><published>2007-01-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:17:35.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heartbreaks and Sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still suffering from my fever. It sucks cos each time i stand up i get dizzy. Then i'd sit down again. I feel like some crippled. And all i've been doing is, to the doctor's, sleep, medicine, sleep, medicine. And the cycle goes on. Now my head still hurts. And everywhere i look is blur. &lt;em&gt;God knows why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! I wanna get well! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time in my life i actually want to go to school. Oh god, this sucks. And i missed Techniques and Danceworks! on monday&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I heard they've learnt new steps! Gahh. Then i was supposed to go and buy cloth with Isabel on monday. I was sick, and i couldnt join her. Now i feel so bad. Plus my share of the cloth? I have yet to pay. OMG, it sucks being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yknow the worse part of everything is that i'm craving for food, but i have no appetite. And seeing mum and gramps fighting over Eastern or Western medicine is better, makes me feel so bad. Yknow it's like two mothers screaming at the top of their voices in the living. It makes the walls vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says i wont make it to school tmrw. How?! Then i'll be missing out on everything again. Pfft. And hmk! I havent done any, i'm screwed. And Science, Geog projects, Dancewroks! preparations, and DNT. &lt;strong&gt;Ah, i'm.so.dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm craving for milo dinosaur, see what i mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116954745568437822?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116954745568437822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116954745568437822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116954745568437822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116954745568437822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/heartbreaks-and-sorrows.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116938764474285199</id><published>2007-01-21T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:55:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe tmrw! Eew, I'm like so worn out. Pe sucks, esp when we have to play ball. I'm ball-phobic. I HAVE TO LIKE CARRY THE BALLS AROUND, EE. Not in that sense, but okay nvm. Then there's science. And tingxie! Omg, i never EVER learn tingxie. I'm such a failure i swear, yeahh all the rubbishy resolutions about studying hard. I gues tingxie doesnt matter lah. HAHAHA. Excuses excuse marie. Omg, you suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL. I HATE STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, it's fabric shopping with Isabel tmrw! I love that barbie girl lah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR COSTUME IS ROCKINGGGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M HIGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116938764474285199?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116938764474285199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116938764474285199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116938764474285199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116938764474285199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-so-you-know_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116912669732084428</id><published>2007-01-18T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:24:57.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed you, youve been far away for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to blog about. My msn's mood swinging at me now. Dammit. The tailor's coming tmr for the Danceworks! costume. Damnn, i dont want lah. Pfft, make me depressed only. MARIE LEE YOU FAT ASS, GO LOSE SOME WEIGHT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanling and Isabel are barbie girls. HAHA, you two retards lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116912669732084428?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116912669732084428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116912669732084428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116912669732084428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116912669732084428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-missed-you-youve-been-far-away-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116904381190586592</id><published>2007-01-17T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:23:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you knew i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna blog about school. After Animagine was studying at Bishan Library. Managed to complete Math hmk. : DD Jiaher allows me to copy hers. Very well done my dearest bimbo. Met mum at about 7 plus-ish had dinner and went home. What a brief description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna bother doing Art. Cos i'm at absolute loss, and i dont know what Mrs Chua's speaking about because of her wierd slang. I'm not racist btw. Rahh, today's a wierd day. I dont know what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i suddenly feel like i've never felt before. The weakness, I feel. Thats overpowering me. Maybe it's just me, making myself feel this way. Or maybe it's&lt;em&gt; you. &lt;/em&gt;And now being caught in this distracts me from everything else, i shouldnt be distracted from. It's times like this i hate myself for feeling this way. Now even a single minute spent alone- silent, leads me to thinking. Of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, and of the things i hate being reminded of. So will &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; come, come and stop this pain tonight? Cause yknow with whats happening now, it's hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116904381190586592?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116904381190586592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116904381190586592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116904381190586592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116904381190586592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-you-knew-i-was-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116893736447956210</id><published>2007-01-16T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:49:24.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of wearing a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, okay i'm better now. I was sick. Thus i didnt go to school, what a conrtradictory from my previous post. Mum wanted me home, so yeahh. I'm bored. I've been sleeping alot. It's good cos i'm just getting back the sleep i've lost. Chem sucks, i spent like a whole lot time memorising the ions and elements. Pfft. Sucks like whooaaaa. School's up tmrw again. I have stupid enrichment animation thing till 245. Why oh why, do we have to go through this? Bahh, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking yesterday didnt go well, being class comm, I HAD to sit first row. Bahh, give me a feeling that i'm short. Cos shorter ones used to sit in primary school. RAHH. Anyway after all these years in school i never ever look good in class photos. I'm so upset. The tailor is coming by tmr, for danceworks. Ahh, i hate taking measurements, it's so demoralising. Okay, time to diet. HAWHAWHAW. I swear, my dieting never works. Cos you arent supposed to enjoying diet, but somehow i do. That means, i'm eating happily. Diets are supposed to be miserable right? HAHAHA, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain's screwed. I dont seem to be making sense. Ohwells. I'm so glad, dance recurits are pages full. : D Go dance ensemble! Yeahh, though i almost died that techniques ytd. Okay, i shall stop complaining. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/121513/PICT0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/630173/PICT0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like finallyyy Rachael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont you know? Youre hurting me so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116893736447956210?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116893736447956210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116893736447956210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116893736447956210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116893736447956210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sick-and-tired-of-wearing-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116886600663284335</id><published>2007-01-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:00:06.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating how i constantly try my hardest to practice what's given to me, but when the real thing comes i go blank. Great example, this afternoon. I've tried so hard mastering my pirouettes okay, I perfect it at home, once, twice, three times. Subsequently everything got worse. Then today at the dance studio, I couldnt do it, at all. I landed wrong leg infront. ): I tell you, i fell like plucking my legs off. So after much practice, i finally could do it. Yeah, what happened next? DOUBLE PIROUETTE. Omg, you will never understand how i felt. Sucks like BAHHH. This happens at tests too, gosh marie you suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now, officially sick. Nopes, doesnt excuse me from school, nor dance. At least i wont allow myself to. With a fever, a headache, and a big blister i feel like crying out loud. ): Omg lah. Bahh, i feel so stressed now. It's the third week of school and i'm alr dreading it. This sucks, i used to be so nice and happy. Bahh, now i'm stressed and unhappy with my life. !$!@#@!!@!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to destress, lunch tmrw anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116886600663284335?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116886600663284335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116886600663284335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116886600663284335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116886600663284335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/fever-its-frustrating-how-i-constantly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116869403733920809</id><published>2007-01-13T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:13:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/407857/DSC009D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/871580/DSC009D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116869403733920809?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116869403733920809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116869403733920809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116869403733920809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116869403733920809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116869039533885989</id><published>2007-01-13T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:13:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shouldve seen this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Orientation today. Perfromance was good, not our best though. Some how without the pressure of public audience i dont do as well. I guess. Then i went for lunch with the dancers. Then later met Rachael and Aly. Hah, after that we met up with Val and Auyong.  Walked around orchard aimlessly and then they decided to Bishan. Today's the first time i wanted to leave and go home first, quite funny. So ohwells, i went home bathed and slept. What a boring life i lead. I was suprised myself i could fall asleep, insomnia has become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess life's like this and that everything happens for a reason. What's meant to be, will be. And what isnt, will not turn out that way. So accpeting that is a stepping stone for being a happier person. I have never anyway, been a total emo kid. And i guess there's not much use of fretting over it. I'll take things by my stride, and hopefully things will change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yall for being so glum today, i guess i was merely tired. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116869039533885989?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116869039533885989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116869039533885989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116869039533885989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116869039533885989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-shouldve-seen-this-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116861684457993984</id><published>2007-01-12T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:47:24.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Orientation tmr, it's 1130. One our ago i was fretting over what to wear. Right now i'm still at a loss. How now? Perform naked? I aint gonn do that. Bahh, i will find a way. Tmrw's buffet lunch is off! : DDD It's postponed to next Sat. Yeahhhfoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened at dance, and i'm still fuming. Okay, come marie. Breathee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go on, take charge, you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; afterall in charge right? No this isnt our thing, &lt;strong&gt;its your thing.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, no group effort. Not at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's all about you, you, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone wants the best for the group, dont you? I dont think so. And complain about us not being there to help, we are now here to help. &lt;strong&gt;No, you refuse&lt;/strong&gt;. But then again in the first place, you dont even turn up for a single shit. No one to brief us, no one to instruct. Think youre in charge? Think again. Please practice some responsibility, and stop being so childish crying 'How, they dont wanna help me! Mummy!' Ohmy please, no one has time for that. You say we dont help, when we contribute ideas, you say we are troublesome cos we keep changing stuff. It has a whole room to improve, if you dont wanna win, tell us, &lt;strong&gt;we'll get you changed.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks, bitch and goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116861684457993984?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116861684457993984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116861684457993984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116861684457993984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116861684457993984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-incomplete.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116851495358714475</id><published>2007-01-11T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:29:13.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even when your hope is gone, move along just to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true when they say raining days make people sad. Cos they do, and I've just been extra gloomy since the time i got home. Whatver, lunch with jiaher and Rachael was fun! Bishan library is not the place for rachael to be mann. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;No, you dont look at me the way you did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;That hurts me so, seeing you walk out that door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116851495358714475?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116851495358714475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116851495358714475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116851495358714475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116851495358714475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-when-your-hope-is-gone-move-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116834374740957129</id><published>2007-01-09T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:55:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your spirit pulls me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a phase now, acc to mummy. No it's not a phase, Ive been going throuhg this since the day i was born.&lt;strong&gt; I'M F-A-T.&lt;/strong&gt; A big chunk of blobby flabby jiggly fats around my body. ): I'm upset. Rahhh, excercise and eat less Marie. You suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonn add smth else on my new year resolution list. To be able to swallow a tablet! : D Unlike the others, they can just pop it in gulp some water and recover. As for me, I have to pund it into powder and then add water and drink it down. Which makes it more hard to gulp down as well. I'm sucha baby i can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need tuition for Maths and Science. Anyone care to offer some help? Mum's signing me up for tuition anyways. So that means less time for me to hang out. Bahh, sadness. My hiccups have been lasting for 3 minutes alr. Anyway, Aly and i are gonna study hard and lose weight this year. YAY YAY YAY. I feel so target-ful. Okay, i dont make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so afraid to show i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116834374740957129?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116834374740957129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116834374740957129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116834374740957129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116834374740957129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-spirit-pulls-me-through_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116834345199962084</id><published>2007-01-09T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:50:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your spirit pulls me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a phase now, acc to mummy. No it's not a phase, Ive been going throuhg this since the day i was born. I'M F-A-T. A big chunk of blobby flabby jiggly fats around my body. ): I'm upset. Rahhh, excercise and eat less Marie. You suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonn add smth else on my new year resolution list. To be able to swallow a tablet! : D Unlike the others, they can just pop it in gulp some water and recover. As for me, I have to pund it into powder and then add water and drink it down. Which makes it more hard to gulp down as well. I'm sucha baby i can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need tuition for Maths and Science. Anyone care to offer some help? Mum's signing me up for tuition anyways. So that means less time for me to hang out. Bahh, sadness. My hiccups have been lasting for 3 minutes alr. Anyway, Aly and i are gonna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116834345199962084?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116834345199962084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116834345199962084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116834345199962084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116834345199962084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-spirit-pulls-me-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116826685610514071</id><published>2007-01-08T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T06:42:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the will to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/256300/RIMG0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/188280/RIMG0149.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset today was so nice. : D Nice sunsets makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laoshi is a mean person. She scolded me for braiding my hair in class and then told the whole class not to follow. I was just braiding my hair! I'm so upset. We had PE today. And i am PE rep! Mrs Nics is so nice. : DD We took height and weight. I'm not gonna make myself emo anymore. Excercise, Eat less, Lose weight, Be happy. : D Do you know that if youre heavy boned you minus 3kg? : DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was gruelling. Ms Wee lestured us AGAIN. Okay, you arent suprised. Danceworks was, okay i admit i didnt put in enough energy and all. But i was darn tired for PE, Techniques, and lessson earlier. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the English blogskin! : DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday, Wilson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116826685610514071?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116826685610514071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116826685610514071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116826685610514071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116826685610514071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-will-to-carry-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116816395490733545</id><published>2007-01-07T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:59:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now! I'm gonna put an end to all these emoshit and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so gonna forget about missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering about how i'm supposed to have enough energy for tmr, and all the other mondays till danceworks. Lets see, PE in the morning, lessons, extra Lit, Techniques, Danceworks. I'm gonna faint and die i tell you. : / Nvm, i'm sure i'm gonna enjoy still cos afterall its dance. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp is lagging now and it's thanks to mum for asking me to transfer the belly dancing song into her phone. BAHH. I'm still not done with the English blogskin. Like i'm so clueless how it should be done. 40 people in the class, why me? Not that i'm complaining or any of that sort, but i'm so lost. And dangg, to be done by next week, tmr's monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alyssa Lim Pei Ning, I'm addicted to Nick Lachey and Westlife now. Three cheers for ol' school. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116816395490733545?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116816395490733545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116816395490733545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116816395490733545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116816395490733545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116814255224551066</id><published>2007-01-07T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:02:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovers to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate feeling like this. Stab me, so i dont have to go through this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116814255224551066?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116814255224551066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116814255224551066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116814255224551066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116814255224551066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/lovers-to-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116809360976446169</id><published>2007-01-06T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:26:49.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you in my fairytale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt expect any of this to happen. Any of us to end up on the same boat. I dont like feeling like this, i dont like making things so complicating for everyone. &amp; For making you be in such a spot. I never thought i'd spill the beans, I never thought anyone would know. I thought i could keep it hush, I thought i could make things appear better. I dont want us to fall apart, I dont want this to be the way it is. I just hate myself for feeling this way about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought things would turn out better. I got losta things running through my mind. And there I was thinking i could forget abt it, then came more problems. I hate feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116809360976446169?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116809360976446169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116809360976446169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116809360976446169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116809360976446169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-you-in-my-fairytale-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116801259498293359</id><published>2007-01-05T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:56:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't break free from the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been okay, and lunches make my day. So after a pretty long lunch at Bishan, again, I went to meet mum. Brought Aunty Jenny to the&lt;em&gt; sinseh &lt;/em&gt;and then we went for porridge. Mum says i'm sick cos i'm not having a good appetite and all. But in actual fact i'm just on a diet. : / Mrs Nicholas is taking our height and weight on monday. I dont want. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long car ride home from the&lt;em&gt; sinseh's&lt;/em&gt; made me think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wierdest part of everything that happened is, people can just forget that anything had actually happened. Funny huh? No, i dont think so because it utterly pisses me off and makes me upset all day. So i was thinking why does everyone care so much about physical appearance? I'm one of those who're obsessed over them, i think we're just built like this. Though i still constantly believe that in every beast there's beatuy, and viceversa depending on the situation. This is the wierd part people seldom see the good in things, but keep complaining and having incontentments about how sucky their lives are. I mean, I'm like this too. But sometimes i wonder why we're constantly like this, without having an ability to not be like this. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's all broken up inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;Feels the need to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause missing him crushes her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she tells herself to deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Already she thinks he's her only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now he says they're done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's stuck in this position,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with her broken heart all burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116801259498293359?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116801259498293359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116801259498293359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116801259498293359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116801259498293359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-break-free-from-things-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116790394260300893</id><published>2007-01-04T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:45:42.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A part of me will always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two of school year 2007, alright i must say. &lt;u&gt;Well at least better than expceted.&lt;/u&gt; Hah, first four periods of science was spent free. But we had to keep so quiet, so i decided to start writing letters. And also abit of catching up with Lynette. Goshh, she makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still suffering from my headache it's an on and off thing, and it lasted the whole day so far. I dont like. And besides it's raining so havily now, it's getting pretty cold. Not to mention the thunder is freaking me out as well. Sucks to be alone at home. I'm supposed to be at Jakarta with Bigsis for a wedding, but i chose not to go, i guess it's one person less to put up with my PMS. Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit today was freaky, and going into details will just scare everyone away from my blog. Oh and look what a great friend Rachael Lye is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never found the words to say; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh dyou know i'mm gonn try to quit bitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never found the words to say; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haha, cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyelye; just hold my hand, and when the lights go out, you'll understand. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;omg. are you sure you can, cause i am not gonna get use to it and i know you can;t stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyelye; just hold my hand, and when the lights go out, you'll understand. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never found the words to say; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh! Wet blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, i'm trying everyone! Try people! Make yourself a better person! I cant believe this is coming outta me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre the one i think about each day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116790394260300893?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116790394260300893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116790394260300893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116790394260300893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116790394260300893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/part-of-me-will-always-be-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116781331850422514</id><published>2007-01-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:35:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ridin' dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i just sat through a whole day of school. Sec two, sec two. Tell yourself youre Sec two, quit playing and think &lt;strong&gt;OLD.&lt;/strong&gt; School was, &lt;em&gt;i dont know.&lt;/em&gt; I got sucky teachers this year. My form teacher is a cheena teacher and she's so annoying. Pissing us off on the first day, shit you. But yknow what? I think she wont be able to control us. She keeps insisting that we're 'one big family' now. Nooo, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning assembly was a dread. Teachers cant get enough of talking mann, haha. New year, new rules. We now have the laboratory pass thingaling. It's totally like how they have school in the states, so much western influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many funny conversations today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Omg, she's back from her maternity leave!&lt;br /&gt;Jiaher: Yeah, she's like so scary now, so skinny!&lt;br /&gt;Marie: She looks freaking hot lah!&lt;br /&gt;Jiaher: She's so freaking skinny!&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Yeahh, &lt;strong&gt;she lost her boobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaher: She lost it to her new born son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And like half the school has bangs now. Thus mine's going off to the side, ahh, cant believe i thought of trimming it short again. Aiight, forget it. Went to J8 after school, coincedentally met the dudes. Hah, J8's sucha typical hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School keeps me away from the things i hate thinking about. It's good, cos then i'll be a happy kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116781331850422514?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116781331850422514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116781331850422514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116781331850422514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116781331850422514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/ridin-dirty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116773818896376991</id><published>2007-01-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:43:10.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cos the hardest part of this, is leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a splinter in my thumb; you're not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I care 'cause I've got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to quit.&lt;br /&gt;You're like the label in my shirt that keeps scratching at my back;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forget 'cause I've grown immune to it;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever the fishballs, I fought with dad. Yeah, great way to start the school semester. But heck that, I'm sorry Rachael for making you like so upset today cos i was so quiet. I didnt feel in the mood to be hanging out during that instant. Today's just an exceptionally unhappy day for me. Not unhappy, okay i dont know what word to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui is my happypill. And confiding in her just makes me feel so much better. Thanks much, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116773818896376991?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116773818896376991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116773818896376991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116773818896376991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116773818896376991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/cos-hardest-part-of-this-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116766230508622167</id><published>2007-01-01T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:38:25.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm kinda late since it's alr 9:37. Yesterday was so fun, yet traumatizing. Okay, i'm not sure what i'm talking about. I'm quite lazy to blog, but i'm racist and people-phobic. No, please dont ask why. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First event of 2007! Granny's birthday lunch. We've never had it a lunch thing, but this time it was cos, i dont know either. Whole fam went to this small Hongkong restaurant thing. Then we went to get Mabel and Mummy's new phones, and then shopped around Marina square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of 2007 has been, tiring. Cos i slept at 4, last night. Dont remind me, mama said i had alot of dark circles today, and she wants to boil some herb again. OH MY. Smelly smelly herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year means, resolutions. And my resolutions are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;BE SKINNY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save money! Eat less!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study hard!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DANCE HARD. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop disappointing Daddy. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STOP THE MOLESTERS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty good start for the new year right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a jolly 2007 everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116766230508622167?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116766230508622167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116766230508622167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116766230508622167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116766230508622167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-i-know-im-kinda-late-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116749295869366586</id><published>2006-12-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T07:35:58.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It gets so hard to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's doing summaries for the year 2006. And so i shall, too. 2006 has been, i'd say different from the other years. I have been more socially active this year. Other years, i'd just stick to one clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got closer to the dancers, Janice, CherylChee, Isabel, Nutter, Justine, Jiahui, Jewel, Samp, Theresa, CherylGoh, Fariha, Nadia, Jiaher, Kimp, Valerie, Lianne, and some of the seniors. Funny thing is, i didnt even talk to them when i first joined dance. Dancers bond. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/107662/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/211559/Photo0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/298218/vulgarday.%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/483469/vulgarday.%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/931898/image(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/446732/image%28025%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/359603/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/304343/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/578090/me%20and%20jiahui%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/189975/me%20and%20jiahui%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention school outside of dance has been pretty exciting too. With Nat, Lynette, Kimp, Jiaher, Jaime, Meishi, Tristina, and Annemarie. School's great with them around, and that's why i'm looking forward to a whole new adventure with them in 2007. Sadly, Annemarie's transferring to SJI int, what a pity. We'll miss youu AnnieAnime! D: And also CitySlickers, AmandaLeo's party, Captain'sball Interclass, Massdance practices and so on. They've been all filled with fun thanks to Onethree. : D I love yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/852307/31960583759162l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/196621/31960583759162l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/893313/DSCF7309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/719615/DSCF7309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the babes who've made after-school's less boring and also much more fun. Jennifer, Rachael, Meishi, Jiaher, Tris, Jaime, Kimp. Bishan library times, Macs, and stalkers at Junction Eight, everyone of them exciting, thanks to you guys. These dates after school had prices paid for them, the Bishan librarian now hates Ij girls, right? HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/760505/DSC00682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/337956/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Sec2 seniors, namely Aly and Clare, thanks for all those trips downtown. Trying clothes without buying them, sharing scandals and so on. Yall really make my life a whole lot more cheerful. : D Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/76791/PICT0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/282222/PICT0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, to the friends outta school, Justin, Samuel, Glenn, Eds, Aaron, Joel, Nick, Jeremy, Luke. Thanks for all the retarded times, and also making us laugh at the wierd ways yall pose for pictures. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2006 has sorta come to an end, and i'd gladly say this year's been great. I know, i tend to get draggy when it comes to these kinda things. I cant help it, once i start i can't stop. HAHAHA, okay i took so long posting this. :/ Mum's yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all! And have a wonderful 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116749295869366586?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116749295869366586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116749295869366586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116749295869366586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116749295869366586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-gets-so-hard-to-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116740501924911409</id><published>2006-12-29T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:10:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be your crying shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had a jolly ball of a time today.&lt;/span&gt; The airport is total fun and with the right company, its just the right combination. : D Thanks all. We were supposed to welcome Clare back to spore but we got all the timings mixed up. Hah, but it was fun waiting. Being retarded with the trolleys and the camera. Hah, and making fun of Aly and Justin. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whoo, sheer joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally she arrived, she asked us to go home. What an ass Clarissa Chan! She was so scared i tell you. HARHAR. Oh i'm evil. Glenn Tan was being a poot today. I'm no meenah i tell you. I'm so upset. : / Camwhoring was so fun. Oh! &amp;&amp;amp;We had dinner and fish &amp; co, everyone's talking about the bill. So i shant. : D &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It wasnt &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; much anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Clarissa Chan is home! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gahh, &lt;strong&gt;we've missed you HandyDandy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so i'm quite lazy to type detail. : // Secondsis isnt home yet, I overheard Mum screaming at her 'You can forget about coming home!' Ohh, this is excitinggg. Bigsis is still spending her time with bookworms at Borders, she and her so called 'Passion for the Arts and Literature' Harhar, why am i like that then? Welcome to my ohsoqueer family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116740501924911409?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116740501924911409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116740501924911409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116740501924911409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116740501924911409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-be-your-crying-shoulder.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116731571363337349</id><published>2006-12-28T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T06:21:53.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You rise, you fall. But through it all, youre just nothing but a puppet doll, fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Nut, Jans, and Jiahui turned my self-thought-badday, into a good one. So as usual, i could finish my LJS beakfast meal, wasting my money all over again. So whatever that, Nut went for her hair cut! I'm sorry, we camwhored a whole lot more in the salon but i only can up load this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahso: Eh girl how old? Primary what ah?&lt;br /&gt;Nutter: Sec three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR, hello, LIL nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/371977/kiddy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/733487/kiddy..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeously done. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Jiaher and Jaime later on, it was supposed to with annemarie and nat, but ended up with the three of us onlyy. So it was the long awaited bimbo outing! :D Hahaha, caught night at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/510302/Image335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/742072/Image335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today. Thank you, Nut, Jiahui, Jaime, Jiaher, Janice. For sucha wonderful day.It just made me feel a whole lot better. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's not the first time i'm seeing you like this, but it's the first time i'm feeling hurt. That youre acting like this, and together with disappointment, i feel sad for you. Girlfriends forever? Get real.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116731571363337349?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116731571363337349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116731571363337349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116731571363337349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116731571363337349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-rise-you-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116720688629202380</id><published>2006-12-27T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:08:06.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all who's lost, and all who's been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mates have been down lately, and i'm clueless how to help. So i guess all i've gotta say is, Meishi and Glenn, cheer up! If talking to someone helps, i'm a phone call away. What happened to &lt;strong&gt;merry&lt;/strong&gt; christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This morning's brownies were a failure&lt;/span&gt;, i took them out too early. So i guess my friend's have gotta wait. School's starting and i cant believe i'm saying this, &lt;strong&gt;but i'm excited&lt;/strong&gt;. But at the same time, i'm so dead because i have a truckload of hmk not done, now tell me how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i'm home, i'm supposed to be out with Mindy, but she's there on the couch, sleeping. So i guess today's hmk for me. D: So with the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Omg, school's starting'&lt;/span&gt; feeling lingering around my mind, I'd say, the holidays went by in a blur. Like i dont think i have done anything constructive, if i sit down and actually think back. It's quite a regret really,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; cos during school days i'd sit and ponder and make a big whoohaaa, that hols are approaching and dream of big parties and shopping sprees.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it's no doubt this holiday has been a whole lot fun, i think i neglected like many people. And so i now i think back, and i kinda miss them. Now wonder they say 'Life's full of regrets'. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never really got that one, well good thing, cos now i truly know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss dance,&lt;/span&gt; like alot. It's the only thing that sets me apart from the real world. Not that dance is fake or anything, is just that when i go for dance, i dont really have to think about anything else. It's the company i'd say. And this year, going through dance, wasnt enjoyable at first, but as i got along the year, things changed for the better.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Let's say, three cheers for Ij dance ensemble!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think this post is getting boring, and i really need to start on my homework. So i say yet again, to all those emo people out there, rmb there's gotta be more to life. &lt;em&gt;And if everyday people get upset like this, life'd be a pure torture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So long, kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116720688629202380?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116720688629202380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116720688629202380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116720688629202380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116720688629202380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-all-whos-lost-and-all-whos-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116698295894371954</id><published>2006-12-25T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:56:56.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bring me a love i can call all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/211633/RIMG0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/398195/RIMG0135.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy christmas yall! I know i dont sound excited, at all. Cos i'm tired after all that entertaining. Wears me out, like totally. Missed midnight mass, which i was supposed to go with Mabel. I feel so guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for all the warm wishes and messages that yall have given me. God will bless yall. And with the upmost sincerity, merry christmas to yall to. This the season to be jolly. C'mon, flood me with your carols. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116698295894371954?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116698295894371954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116698295894371954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116698295894371954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116698295894371954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/bring-me-love-i-can-call-all-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116689386233576321</id><published>2006-12-24T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:11:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We planned to live forever; in each other's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/634374/SELFOBSESSION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/320/649871/SELFOBSESSION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave Marie alone at home, with the selftimed camera. Pardon the wierd boxers and pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I striked first prize, lottery.&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Really? Ohmygod *gasp!&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Stop being so naive, it's 630. The results arent out yet.&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Stop lieing to me mum! You told me not to lie kay.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I'm teaching you a lesson, it's a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, explain to me what kinda white lie that is. HAH, mum's full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116689386233576321?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116689386233576321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116689386233576321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116689386233576321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116689386233576321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-planned-to-live-forever-in-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116685242651098534</id><published>2006-12-23T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:40:26.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spurlge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa loves me, i woke up listening to MCR on my player. Hah, &lt;em&gt;santa's magic?&lt;/em&gt; No, my sister played it for me. HAH. It's amazing how Gerad Way's depressing voice, can actually take effect upon me. Hoho, no not a album for the xmas season. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent loads of money ytd, bought like alot of stuff. Everywhere's having sales! I mean, sieze the chance mann. : D &lt;em&gt;I finally bought my HappyFeet Lasenza bra.&lt;/em&gt; Hah, i'll be a happy feet fan this christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm into this i need to lose weight phase right now, but i think things will get better once school starts cos i'll stay home less, and that mean i'll eat less. Logical? I dont really know. Hah, so mum was saying about how vain i've become over the years. And that i was a total opposite when i was in P3, and 4. Arnd there, and i rmb one year we had to wear blue for childrens' day, i had nothing to wear so mum brought me out to get my outfit. So she pointed to the blue striped shirt, and i just said 'okay lah, get lor' hah, see how much i've changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it has been raining alot, okay i didnt just notice okay. I can be slow to not to &lt;strong&gt;THAT &lt;/strong&gt;extent. I love it when it rain, when i'm sleeping and at home, but not i'm leaving the house. It's so annoying, &lt;em&gt;cos it's such a dread to bring an umbrella out&lt;/em&gt;. So really, i'd prefer running in the rain, it's pretty fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Christmas is coming! Hallelujah! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116685242651098534?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116685242651098534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116685242651098534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116685242651098534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116685242651098534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/spurlge.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116671565035887040</id><published>2006-12-21T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:40:50.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it when you call, but you never really do call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Nut's blog and i came across her saying that her presents this year sucked, yeahh. I doubt she can beat me in that field, cos this year, compared to the last, have horrid presents. So people, dont expect much. It's the thought that counts kayy. Never thought i'd actually become &lt;strong&gt;that cheapskate. &lt;/strong&gt;Hah, okay it's not all that bad (and if you can tell, i use these thoughts to comfort myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has banked in cash in return for my lost holiday. And now she says i owe her hmk. Eh, the point of a holiday is to take a break from work, RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT? Tskk.&lt;em&gt; For god's sake, take back the cash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got hooked on to some Taiwan hit drama series, Devil beside you. Smth like that i think. Yknow i knew it, i shouldnt have got hooked on, cos that meant that i wouldnt get stuff (that needs to be done) done. You see, i have such poor self discipline. &lt;em&gt;Okay, now cane me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just asked if i wanted a PSP. I've never been into-into, these kinda things. So yeah, i shot back an immediate &lt;em&gt;'No.'&lt;/em&gt; Hah, I dont know how many people would be screaming at me for such a absurd answer. But yeah, not absurd for me! :D I want the new hair straightening hair dryer. &lt;em&gt;Call me bimbo, who cares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow it's funny how i, can now totally throw off what people say bout me. As in not care anymore. Hah, i never knew i could kick that bad habit. Okay bitches! Now flood me with your everlasting insults. I'll take them well. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116671565035887040?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116671565035887040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116671565035887040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116671565035887040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116671565035887040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-it-when-you-call-but-you-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116659399251129179</id><published>2006-12-20T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:53:13.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deepshit everyone. Christmas is in five days and i've got eight presents to get. And damn, &lt;strong&gt;i'm broke.&lt;/strong&gt; Plus there's the hmk to complete, there's not much time for me to get anything done. So i'm staying home today to complete my hmk, and then shopping tmr. &lt;em&gt;GOOD PLAN?&lt;/em&gt; Yes. : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do-list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mail the xmas cards, by today.&lt;br /&gt;- Complete hmk, by this week (at least).&lt;br /&gt;- Get presents&lt;br /&gt;- Which means save money. : //&lt;br /&gt;- Eat less. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! This way i've got my week more or less planned out. Mum says tuition is starting soon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You've had to much fun this holiday, your math is getting rusty. Streaming is next year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What the tell, that line, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Streaming is next year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is echoing in my head now.  Ohh mann. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116659399251129179?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116659399251129179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116659399251129179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116659399251129179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116659399251129179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/countdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116654498920968301</id><published>2006-12-19T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:16:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be holding you tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, so i decided to do this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you take your default msn pic?&lt;br /&gt;KFC Toapayoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Marks and Spencer pjs and Sponge bob boxers. UNGLAM, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, i aint saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;Good company. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of the song you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Hurt- Chrisina Aguilara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone close to you died recently?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have cable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me wierd questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;Middle name :&lt;br /&gt;Dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname(s) :&lt;br /&gt;Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current location :&lt;br /&gt;Toapayoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour :&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;Do you live with your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Two older sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;Favourite...Ice cream :&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Jerry's Coffee Buzz Buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season :&lt;br /&gt;Winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;Do you...Write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;So many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;Have you...Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;Not my bone, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprained stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Yeapp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone scubadiving or snorkelling?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up at the dentist?&lt;br /&gt;Yuck pleasee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sworn in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sent to the principal's office.&lt;br /&gt;To collect smth, NOT for trouble okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;who/what was the last...Movie :&lt;br /&gt;Miami Vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;Step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person to text you :&lt;br /&gt;Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you called :&lt;br /&gt;Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you hugged :&lt;br /&gt;Cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you tackled :&lt;br /&gt;Tackle?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you ate :&lt;br /&gt;Wang Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you drank :&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you said :&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight mummy - to my mum. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was stupid. Haahahah, okay. I'm off to wrapping presents now.  Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116654498920968301?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116654498920968301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116654498920968301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116654498920968301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116654498920968301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-be-holding-you-tight.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116636791477617060</id><published>2006-12-17T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T07:05:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahaha, i'm home. Nehh, we're not going for our holiday anymore. &lt;em&gt;What sadness.&lt;/em&gt; Its aiight, anyway mummy's booking a one night stay at Rasa in return cos i got so upset today. Three cheers for willfulness! No, dont.be.like.me. Yes, you shouldve got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fever last night all the way to this morning, but managed to make it for belly dancing. Today was fun, lernt the routines and i'm getting the hang of it! Yeahhhfoooo. : D It's like coach is looking for dancers to perform for CNY, then i was wondering, &lt;strong&gt;WHO DOES BELLY DANCING FOR CNY? &lt;/strong&gt;Shouldnt it be like some chinese, feathery fan dance? No, i'm not making fun, i was just really really puzzled yknoww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just figured, i havent done my hmk. I'm not done with Math, and totally not started to English. So am i screwed or am i screwed? &lt;strong&gt;Yeahh, i'm screwed.&lt;/strong&gt; No! Not good, &lt;em&gt;i wouldnt wanna spend my christmas doing hmk yknow.&lt;/em&gt; DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116636791477617060?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116636791477617060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116636791477617060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116636791477617060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116636791477617060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/shenanigans_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116627588891352111</id><published>2006-12-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:33:05.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a very happy birthday to Natalie Foo Hui Qin. You've been sucha happy (but egoistic) pill, its pretty hard for me to forget your birthday. Which is, lucky for you, a good thing. : D You've been sucha great friend whole of 2006. Rmb, 3 years and counting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was walking the path home, three cats ran across my path in to the bushes, and started meow-ing really fiercely. &lt;em&gt;Wonder what they were doing huh?&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Dirtyyy. So my day started with Mindy waking me up with the sounds of the pingpong ball, yes. Its &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; loud. I walked into the hall, and she was playing with &lt;strong&gt;the wall. &lt;/strong&gt;Quite funny actually, seeing March get so excited&lt;em&gt; just seeing the ball go back, forth, back, forth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget abt my wierd family, and cat. Ha, met Jiahui and Samp at 1230. Guess what? For once i wasnt late! MUAHAHA. Met Justine and Nut. And ooh! Nut's spag was pretty! : D Shopping and bugis street and Gashaus fleamarket, was goood. I expected the flea market to have turned out better, though. Nehh, what sadness. I tried this poofy dress thingaling. Pretty nice, i didnt get it just now, cos i thought i wouldnt wear it often. But nehh, i'm getting it tmr with mummy. To wear for christmas! Ohh, i'm so happy. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train ride home was squeezy, with scary indian men staring at us. Urgh, @#$#%$#@!@#!~@ scarryy. And Dustbin, i meant Justine (inside joke ;D) kept stuffing my necklace into my cleavage, that pervert! : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachael msged me, ehh. But i cant reply, nehh. I miss her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my sister just told March that Patience is a virtue. Its amazing how people can talk to their animals and not realise they look funny. HARHAR. Okay, saying my sister's wierd, makes me wierd. Now, i'm getting longwinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it. I'm a happy girl this chritmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/44117/Photo0003%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/952868/Photo0003%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116627588891352111?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116627588891352111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116627588891352111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116627588891352111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116627588891352111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-irreplaceable.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116620023068364256</id><published>2006-12-16T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:30:30.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep me running back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home! After a long talk with Nutter and Isabel. Lasted for abt 4hrs? But it seemed to short. Hoho, my fellow dancers have alot to talk about! :D Anyway, talk was good. I've never had any of these things with the seniors before, so its all good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewindingg, dance with Ryan and Melody's was okay. Melody's class was just like, i dont know lahh. I just felt it was pointless, i was hoping she would teach us a routine or smth. It was just all freestyling. Quite fun anyways, though i would've enjoyed a whole lot more with choreo. : D Ryan's was the bomb! Foot work, or rather knee work (i mean literally,) was fun! All that popping, locking and isolating. WHOAAA, experience of a lifetime. Like Nutter said, we'd rather these kinda workshops than full choreo. Yknow,  yknow? Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polariods were 4dollars per picture. Godd, imagine how much they earn? Nehhh. And guess what? I was sitting in between the two of them! Gahhh, remind me again how lucky i am?! : DD Ohohoh, and i can push my fringe to the side alr! Ohhmyy, i'm so jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's limefleamarket and more shopping and piggin' out tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;I love you dancers! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116620023068364256?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116620023068364256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116620023068364256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116620023068364256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116620023068364256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/keep-me-running-back-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116611367139367609</id><published>2006-12-14T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:27:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were my greatest story ever told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox today was jolly, singing cheena songs and going ol' school with Mamamia. Haha, the food there sucked chicken terriyaki tasted like grilled chicken in soya sauce. Eeyer. Omg shopping with Mindy and Mummy is pure bliss. Mango sale! 50% yknow, which girl would rather stay home? Bought many things and a diva necklace. Ohh, can i get any happier? : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop and Jazz with Ryan and Melody was so fun. Though the dancers were so quiet. Its really not our fault yknow, cos our other coaches dont allow us much to talk. Then Ryan says, 'dancers in L.A. are loud and noisy, but its totally different here in s'pore'. NAHH RYAN, not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttons bay and shopping after dance. Hanging out with seniors makes me feel very junior-ish. Hahah, not like they treat us badly or what. But like we're the babies of the gang. Shopping with dancers is hell funny! Running arnd finding for square face's skinny jeans and talking about where we can get cheaper clothes and stuff, i think that brings us closer together. : D We shld hang out more often!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/706877/Photo0001%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/177435/Photo0001%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116611367139367609?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116611367139367609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116611367139367609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116611367139367609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116611367139367609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-were-my-greatest-story-ever-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116593163799342401</id><published>2006-12-12T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T05:53:58.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda boring i'd say. Well blame it on my disability to mater the game of pool. Owells, who cares lah. Tmr's the So you think you can dance workshop, RYAN&amp; Melody from season 1. :D I'm so excited to be back an see the dancers again. Then i quote Lianne, 'There's absolutely nothing on earth like throwing yourself into dance that makes you forget about everything else.' Yeahh, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with Meish over dinner was good. Confiding in her after such a long while, it was a relief. And then i got home, sat down and stoned. Then i started to think, i knew i shouldve kept myself busy. Everytime i carry these type of thoughts i make myself so down all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116593163799342401?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116593163799342401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116593163799342401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116593163799342401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116593163799342401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-one-lives-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116576004099632600</id><published>2006-12-10T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:17:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EdHardy baby! : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both the sister's are back from overseas! Okay, Mabel was back a couple of days ago. And they both bought me stuff! Two EdHardy shirts for me! :D And many many clothes! Gahh, ohyes a juicy couture purse too! &amp;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; Heels baby! : DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohshutup Marie. Bellydancing II today! :D Coach was in her waistbelt thingo today, and yknow the bras with those coins. Bling baby! : D Today's lesson was difficult couldnt catch those eights mann. Tskk, annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i dont feel like blogging about band night.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;With that amount of pressure you put upon me, you left me breathless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ohhwhyy, do you make me feel so low?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All i want for christmas is you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;15 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116576004099632600?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116576004099632600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116576004099632600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116576004099632600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116576004099632600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/edhardy-baby-dd-so-both-sisters-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116563962747930348</id><published>2006-12-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:47:07.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray for nostalgia! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/479526/DSC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/682913/DSC00576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Mabel was born, bred, vainpot. Now we know what happened to her. She's so gonna kill me. : / Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whoaa, today's my ultra bad hair day. The hair's so coarse. : / Did i mention i'm off for a one meal a day diet? Whoo, wish me luck yall. Gahh, i'm not gonna be a bimbo and blog about how disgustingly fat and ugly i am, so i shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's band night baby! No, i'm not happy at all, its been one full night and i still dont have an outfit. I'm so lazy i swearr. I think i'll just end up wearing sick ol' jeans. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Samantha Pang Yu Ting, are you awake? Are you awake? Are you awake? Gahhh, you bum! Get your ass outta the bed noww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm cashless today. Dangg, this sucks. My POSB is gonn' go berserk soon. But no worries, with this one meal a day diet, i shld be able to save a whole lotta money, &lt;em&gt;cos all my money usually goes to food. &lt;/em&gt;Rich people shld eat more. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it folks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All i want for christmas is you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16 more days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116563962747930348?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116563962747930348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116563962747930348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116563962747930348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116563962747930348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/hooray-for-nostalgia-d-see-mabel-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116557718082598500</id><published>2006-12-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T03:26:22.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/580714/RIMG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/269001/RIMG0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas tree is up! :DDD And, guess who put it up all by herself? YOURS TRULY, yes thank you very much. The image quality is realy bad, okay people. I'm saving up for my Sony T50, that shall be on my wishlist for christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/332724/RIMG0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/746338/RIMG0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GAHH! My hair can be put to the side! ? The wonders of &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; orange old fashioned comb. Okay, stop laughing. But yay! I'm jolly. So tmr's band night, being the usual last minute person, IVE GOT NO OUTFIT. Marie shld just go die, lol. Worse thingo is, i've got no money for flowers. Which means i gotta ask momma again, and feel so very guilty. Gahh, you suck marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i look better in spastic and retarded photos : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/830950/P1020308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/101552/P1020308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/802436/P1020309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/213190/P1020309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point proven? : //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116557718082598500?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116557718082598500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116557718082598500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116557718082598500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116557718082598500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-tree-is-up-ddd-and-guess-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116533005492735498</id><published>2006-12-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:47:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for not blogging yall, i was lazy. :D Here's a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da jie is sucha bimbo, her cosmetic bag is full of pink stuff. Like, scented soap, deodrant and cotton buds, just to name a few. And boyy, they're all in pink! Remind me again where she's going, HIKING. Ohmyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was second in line to come, while Nut was first, she was still late. Hm, IJ girls and their sense of urgency. : DD Supposed to go jogging, but it was drizzling. Fine, it was also partly cos we were lazy. Breakfast at LJS was a waste of money, cos i only finished 1/2 of my meal. Ohwells. Then they came over to watch You got served, but ended up looking and drooling at the ohsocute ParkTaeHwan. And we camwhored too! : DD Pardon the retardedness. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/226748/Oh%20snap!018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/282552/Oh%20snap%21018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like this one, IloveyouJans, my retard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/704001/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/75944/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have some spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/205719/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/912020/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/565195/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/406768/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umglam! Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/564918/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/344606/Photo0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the macs at tp, and did more retarded things. Hahah, we did this postcard thingthing, where each person had to write a word, and the card just gets passed around. Look what happened, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello grandmummyNg, how is the dog doing? You look pretty today, as the white powder on your face is very white. Whee, lala. Have you seen tiffany the fat boy? oh. Do I know him? I find him super HOT *drools*. This is retarded. Rawrr, the dog is ultra sexaye! ooohh. HOT! Like Timberlake! Woohooo! Sexy back! Chickens! Ducks. And piggys. Cows. The cats! October! Dance! Funk! Eh shit WHOA! BIG! Yeah! Hohomofo! Merry christmas! Red sucks! No, green ROCKS! Noo! HUH? Whattt?! GOSH! Nothing shaking baking wanking cranking blowing hooo! WHATT?!?! Movie ending. YAY! Finally hips dont LIE! HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Totally doesnt make sense. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY doodlemoodle! Do you have some gas? They stink and are colourless. It's super funkaye! Yeah. I love farts! I totally kiss butts! They rock my butt! YEAH! Buns go pooot! And breasts go splat! Poot! Ooops! my ass is bursting, too fat! The butt butts. Hmm whats that stuff!? BOOM! Thats my heart! Dont break my nose! WOW! So HEY thingy blingy zingy! Smack that all on the flo! Poopoo. That is favourite food! Whaoo! Sedap! Mania. Wahlah! WHATT!!?! Chicken rice? Maybe lor mee dry and plums plums. Sandwich tuna pork. WHATT!?! Huh! YUM BUM LUM! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{This is quite funny. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nut and jans wanted to go to jiahui's but i couldnt. So it was off to the optician for me. ANd this reminds me, the stupid doctor chong pulled my eyelid so hard, i felt like it was tearing off. Gosh, no wonder mum says girls are the gentle ones. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats justa bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early went back to sleep, then woke up again, and ended up being late. Yeahh, just when i thought that my punctuality was getting better, ohwells. The guys were even later, hmm. Now tell me more about gentlemen-lilty? Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Safra was mess. Tsk, mike! Played, or rather watched a game of bowling cos i wasnt up to play. Hahahaha, i suck i know. Tsk, so shutup about it. Went shopping instead, like whoaaa, so much better than being cooped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/267738/DSC00985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/27700/DSC00985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimple! GAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, i'm lazy to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116533005492735498?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116533005492735498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116533005492735498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116533005492735498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116533005492735498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-sorry-for-not-blogging-yall-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116489751869288795</id><published>2006-11-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:38:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr is Sec Four Farewell! I bet everyone's so excited, well at least yall shld be. : DD &amp;&amp;amp;Nutter and I are in charge of &lt;strong&gt;the most embarressing moments EVER.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a happy girl. (: Job hunting today was a failure. : / Haha, so we ended up shoppping at parkway parade. My Dorothy perkins purse is coming my way. Cos mum is taking me on a movie date on Saturday! That means shopping too! &lt;em&gt;Tell me i'm lucky! : DDDD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i have nothing to wear to bandconcert. This is not good, nono. I hate this mann! Hoho, time to buy the lastest Teenvogue everyone. (: Shit, &lt;em&gt;i'm such a vain pot! ):&lt;/em&gt; I took my weight a while ago, I lost 1/2 kg. Okay, not very good, but at least i know &lt;u&gt;the dieting works. : D&lt;/u&gt; And totally contradicting myself, I had a milkybar today. : / Haha, the sinful treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-do-list.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the christmas presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy next year's syllabus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice danceworks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up my hmk! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, and there it is, one of my lists again. Though i know there's a high chance of myself not being able to be on task, I'd try. : D I just screamed, do this, and you'd scream too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116489751869288795?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116489751869288795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116489751869288795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116489751869288795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116489751869288795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/tmr-is-sec-four-farewell-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116472375826395376</id><published>2006-11-28T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T06:22:38.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I need to lose weight, fast.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, marie is good today. So in the morn i went for Game comm meeting, when i was suppose to meet Jiahui and all for brekkie. So anyhow, the usual me was late again. I suggested that we meet directly in school, while they buy my food for me. : D I love yall. Hohoho, dancers 1st December is gonna be that day of your lives mann, the games are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that i left school with Rach to meet Val, Clare and Jeremey. Milk tea at Mos! God, i'm alr addicted to it. : / /Okay, whatever. Clare and Jeremey are so cute together. : D They held hands and all today! Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahh, then we met Luke and Samuel. Hohoho, and went to the arcade to play 'ParaPara'. (: And poor me had to wear my pull over and looked like a &lt;em&gt;polarbear. &lt;/em&gt;: / Val kept making us hungry. And we kept craving for food. Hohoho, come to think of it, i ate alot today. And i spent alot of money on food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on the way back i went to get January's issue of Cosmo Girl. Then went to Jiahui's house for job hunting, gave up half way. :) My sister's so happy her As are over and she wants to go iceskating with me. But i've got dance. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping, i'm seriously running outta clothes. Oh, and not to mention i dont have an outfit for band night. Tell me how! Rahh. At least i have some ideas, thanks to my recently bought cosmo girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight y'all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116472375826395376?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116472375826395376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116472375826395376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116472375826395376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116472375826395376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-need-to-lose-weight-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116460363179433351</id><published>2006-11-27T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:00:35.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont feel good today, and these love songs just make me feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely gloomy today, and i cant seems to find the reason why. Kdrama? No. Urgh, i dont knoww. I dont feel like going for dance, i feel like staying home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dance later, i dont feel good&lt;strong&gt; at all.&lt;/strong&gt; I can feel my brain forcing itself out of my head. Whats more i'm sneezing and sweating at the same time. This aint good, at all. I feel so tired, and i havent done anything the whole morning. &lt;u&gt;Its a monday morning, what dyou expect? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing school alr.&lt;/strong&gt; Falling asleep in class, writing letters, passing msges arnd, and making fun of teachers and their dressing sense. I miss yall one three06' see, all that waking up early is worth it. And i heard my dearest Anne-marie is going to SJI Int? Ohmygod, talk about true blue everyone! Anne-marie dont go! Just when i heard about Nat not leaving, Annie's leaving. This isnt making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm starving.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so random, and rubbishy. Hello, i'm just hear to rant everything out. Not like its helping, oh whateverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so amazing how the lil' 'undercover' stuff she does just pisses me off, and she thinks i dont know anything. HM, LET HER BE MARIE. Youre gloomy enough alr. Well on a lighter note, i think i'll be able to go for dinner with the dancers tonight. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been putting enough effort into dance, even if Isabel and Jans dont get pissed, i sometimes get irritated with myself. For not being able to have enough energy, style and other what-have-you-s. Its so frustrating yknow. But i'm getting better at my flexibility! Just hopefully by danceworks i'll be able to catch up with the rest. Cos yknow the feeling of not being able to be as good as the rest, just brings me down. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yadah, yadah. I'm off children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;To make them understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever had someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Steal your heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You'd give anything, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;To make them feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116460363179433351?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116460363179433351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116460363179433351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116460363179433351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116460363179433351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-feel-good-today-and-these-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116446091860011314</id><published>2006-11-25T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T05:21:59.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont have to say you love me, just be close at hand.</title><content type='html'>I had a good day today! : D Thanks to Nutter, Rachael and Jiahui. And again, being retarded with them is super fun! Like watching Barney and Friends live at United Square. Whoo, we're children at heart! ;D And cam-whoring at toys-r-us and being fascinated by those electric generated toys, funn! Met pops, and i bought a pull over! Its big and cool shit! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/750924/DSC00942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/84697/DSC00942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui thinks these hairbands are.. HIP. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/632914/DSC00941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/95555/DSC00941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowerpower! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/622827/DSC00939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/607082/DSC00939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no eyes. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/145633/DSC00946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/854568/DSC00946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/25220/DSC00944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/372359/DSC00944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas balls. WRONGG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116446091860011314?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116446091860011314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116446091860011314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116446091860011314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116446091860011314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-dont-have-to-say-you-love-me-just.html' title='You dont have to say you love me, just be close at hand.'/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116442773955401298</id><published>2006-11-25T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:09:36.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop me and steal my breath &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me that we belong together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be love's suicide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know its a pretty overrr song, but these make my day. So effing sweet! :D *sniffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116442773955401298?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116442773955401298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116442773955401298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116442773955401298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116442773955401298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/strands-in-your-eyes-that-color-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116438369439751343</id><published>2006-11-24T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:54:54.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm broke again. Okay, welcome to my life. At least i know i've got 9 bucks to claim back from meishi. ; DD Its back to staying home tmrw, unless jiahui can meet me. That also means i need money, you see i feel so bad to keep asking mum for money. I NEED TO WORK. No one wants to hire me, actually i didnt even try lahh. Ghostwhisperer is so sad! ' You learned to dance just for me' OMGOMGOMG. Ahh, so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i heard about the game today. What happened mann?! Okayokay, i shant rub it in. But go NewGeneration(?!)! Yall dont be disheartened hokaydokay? ; DD Maybe yall didnt play as well cos us babes werent there! Okay, shutup marieee leee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was extra tiring today, i dont know why. Maybe cause we were made to run up and down the stairs &lt;strong&gt;twice.&lt;/strong&gt; But it's all for the good! ;D Then while we were going through the routine, i could taste the &lt;strong&gt;digusting taste of digestive juices. &lt;/strong&gt;Omg, sucks. But then i felt better after the short break. I need more energy! Omg, i need help! H20H20H20! Wait, does that even help? I need more stamina mann, i better be able to wake up early for running next tuesday. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance we visited Bonnie at her workplace, over at Lido's MosBurger. She looks so cute in that bandana and outfit. Okay, not outfit. &lt;strong&gt;Uniform. &lt;/strong&gt;OGAYOGAYOGAY. Like Bonn always says. She's funny shits. : D After that, we decided to go kaypoh-ing at Hyatt, where the Secondary fours were having their Graduation. We walked past really really slowly, with all the bell-boys staring at us. But only say two Secondary fives in their pretty dresses. Hey, you dont always get to see people so nicely dressed kayy. :D So without any avail, we went to Far East. Nut, Jiahui and I alr decided on a shopping spree soon. We all were broke today, eeyer, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While happily shopping, Jiahui recieved a msg, from our dearest Bonnie. She said she was very happy and touched when she saw us and that she was really grateful. Aww, you sweet lil' Bonn. See how sweet dancers can be? Go ij dance ensem! Yay! Ilovedancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/704496/DSC00934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/274874/DSC00934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall make my day. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116438369439751343?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116438369439751343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116438369439751343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116438369439751343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116438369439751343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-broke-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116429547186500532</id><published>2006-11-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:24:32.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All hail the camera. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/554432/DSC00931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/890089/DSC00931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Nutter, dont you think she looks like a terrorist?! HOHO. i &lt;3 nutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/1600/436316/DSC00932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/144/1200/200/970780/DSC00932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen these machines in the longest times, they take your weight and height. For twenty cents only! : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it, Utt was on Coffee talks and Hawker walks. D :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116429547186500532?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116429547186500532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116429547186500532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116429547186500532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116429547186500532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-hail-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116412059659949292</id><published>2006-11-21T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:49:56.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/love.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a useless act of foolishness, i put upon you. Cause i know it aint working, and my true love can't come true. &lt;em&gt;For all is too long to wait, and too far to reach,&lt;strong&gt; all i wish for is the lover's that is not lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever would befall, hold me close &amp;amp;&lt;u&gt;love me like you've never before.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch rainbows and butterflies, cupcakes and candies, watch them closely they aint what they seem to be. Life's imperfections inevitable, &lt;s&gt;overlook them?&lt;/s&gt; Unlikely. Then in every heart i see a crack, in every glow a tinch of black. And in all of love, there's giving but not giving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feed yourself with love's ecstasy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it wont last long,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but at least you'll see,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the better side of love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you wont believe had seen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear not, for this is my fate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116412059659949292?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116412059659949292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116412059659949292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116412059659949292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116412059659949292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-useless-act-of-foolishness-i-put_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116411308431616586</id><published>2006-11-21T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:34:49.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We made Jenn angry today, cos we were gigling about her newly dyed hair. We just wanted to &lt;em&gt;kachiau &lt;/em&gt;her actually, we didnt expect her to get so furious. So she got mad at us and decided to go shopping with Yuanmay and Jazreel again. I hope she's fine now. Then Jewel suggested that we should just go. And so off to cineleisure we went. : D After lunch we bumped into Alyssa and Gian. WHat funny people, Alyssa is so funny, and uber nice to bully. ; ) Gian was scary, forcing Alyssa to go to her house and stuff. HAHA. Jewel was just, in the world of Jay Chou's music. Thanks to Alyssa's ipod. So after much talking and shits, we decided to go to J8. Walking arnd and being retarded as usual. With Jewel rambling on and on, about listening to your mum/ &lt;em&gt;ting mama de hua&lt;/em&gt; (inside joke). Hoho, and Rachael and her 50cents fine when she doesnt finish her sentence. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn soup at Mos was good. Talking and laughing, was well, good as well. Shit, what am i typing. : // Owells. Met Glenn and Samuel by coincedence, both with dyed hair. One purple (?!) and the other red, but it aint so obvious. Yeahh, came home and now Aly is rushing me to blog. Haiyoyo, that funny person. Oh mann, chicken rice cravee. : // &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/threeofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/320/threeofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116411308431616586?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116411308431616586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116411308431616586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116411308431616586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116411308431616586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-made-jenn-angry-today-cos-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116403428751140583</id><published>2006-11-20T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:51:27.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a stye in my eye. ) : And apparently momma says i've been prone to it since young, which is something thats not part of my memory. HOHO. Mummy says I've gotta go to the doc's tmrw. EEE. My mummy dearest just picked out all the seeds from the grapes and cut mango for me! So very sweet of her right? Its the motherly lovee. : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danceworks today, hmm. I was pretty tired today, maybe cos i woke up earlier than usual. Owells, i'm coping okay with the new steps. Just that it wasnt so easy to fit in the style and all that in. Cos i'm not so sure yet. I still stumble sometimes. :/ Practice makes perfect mann! Hoho. After dance we started goofing arnd in the dance studio, and then isabel, nutter, cheechee, lili, and chyechye (ignore those wierd nicknames) were like dancing to Aint no other man. Imitating Christina Auguilara and stuff. It was all so funny. And Janice and nut still cant believe that i was doing a shannaye backwards, dont laugh kayy! Tskk. Then we went for dinner, that Lianne didnt come long'. Haiyoyo. We had pretty much fun, like talking about hair and stuff. A lil' bit of bitching. Shan't elaborate on that. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wants me to change my line to a prepaid! Ohmy, pleasee dont. I've seen my friends go&lt;br /&gt;through that, and it sucks. ) : AHH, NO MUMMY. NOOOO. : //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116403428751140583?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116403428751140583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116403428751140583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116403428751140583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116403428751140583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-stye-in-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116378232901272414</id><published>2006-11-18T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:52:09.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viva Spiritus, an IJ Arts Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning, esp Gail, Cheryl, Eugenia, Shimona &amp;Melissa. Babes who i once called juniors now sing solo parts. And tell me, they achieved more than the seniors did. &amp;amp;The lil ones who i used to call twinklets are now part of Les Vocalists. Saint Michael's Primary choir was guest to the function, they look so cutee! With the bowl-like hairstyles and checkered, short-sleeved button downs. Oh tell me, thats so outta the trend. But who cares, they looked cute. :D As they sang songs that i too, sang on the same stage justa year ago. The fuzzy nostalgia just fills me up all over again. Now participating in the concert as an audience, and also 'hairstylist' cum 'makeup artisit' makes me feel a whole lot different. I still rmb last year, when the ones we called &lt;em&gt;'jiejies' &lt;/em&gt;tied our hair, and told us what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale was da bomb. Calling the choristers back up to sing together, made me so emotional. It just brought back so many memories, esp those in Sydney. And then a hug from Ms lim just sorta calmed me down. Now seeing the next badge of Primary sixes graduating, reminds me of when i was one of them, on that stage singing for that one last time, as part of the choir. I was just asking myself on the way back home, what would i give back to the choir? For the amount i recieved and the experience i gained. For not only the tips for vocal, but also built our innerself, made us more like women. So much more womanly, and mature. I'd say, i'd give anything, just to for them again. &lt;em&gt;And there goes the fuzziness again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the choir's filled with new memebers, who would also recieve as much as i did. Just hope they'd treasure it, cause before yknow it, it gone. Just in that flash. I dont know why i make sucha big hoohaa outta this, i guess it just means alot to me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the heavy heart i carry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I care not but to burry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the emotions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of which i was weary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116378232901272414?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116378232901272414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116378232901272414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116378232901272414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116378232901272414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/viva-spiritus-ij-arts-fest.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116368389576326983</id><published>2006-11-16T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T05:31:35.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey anonymous, i'm sorry if i have in anyway have offended you or whatsoever. I dont get why i appeared as a "copycat" and "poser" to you, but i guess calling me that doesnt make you much a better person. And if you were any bit unhappy about the way i act or whatever, maybe you should leave your name, or talk it into my face. Cos remaining anon just makes you a coward, and a loser. Ohyeahh, if the prupose of saying all then was to get me pissed, or to me feel bad abt myself, sorry youve failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and goodbye. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116368389576326983?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116368389576326983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116368389576326983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116368389576326983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116368389576326983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-anonymous-im-sorry-if-i-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116338502655978907</id><published>2006-11-13T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:30:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My oh my, this week's gonna be jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday; Tanning at Sherlyn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday; Attempt to bake cookies! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wednesday; Dance, techniques class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thursday; Step-up with the dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday; Shopping with momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm finally getting a life. :D I'll blog when i get home. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116338502655978907?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116338502655978907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116338502655978907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116338502655978907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116338502655978907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-oh-my-this-weeks-gonna-be-jolly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116332306233458917</id><published>2006-11-12T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:17:42.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 Single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;Single, and happy single. :D&lt;br /&gt;#2 Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Could be happier.&lt;br /&gt;#3 When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;br /&gt;Havent met the right one. : /&lt;br /&gt;#4 Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Do you believe that there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;No! What kinda shit question is this?!&lt;br /&gt;#6 Would you ever take someone back if he/she cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;#7 Have you talked about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! No, but i ever talked abt the ideal husband. (:&lt;br /&gt;#8 Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;Maybee.&lt;br /&gt;#9 How many?&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe right!&lt;br /&gt;#10 Would u consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;Maybeee.&lt;br /&gt;#11 If somebody likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know lahh.&lt;br /&gt;#12 Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Havent been in one. : /&lt;br /&gt;#13 Be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did before?&lt;br /&gt;Dont have an ex!&lt;br /&gt;#14 Do you believe in first love?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;#15 Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;#16 Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;No, but i like romantic movies. (:&lt;br /&gt;#17 If you could get married anywhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Paris! :DD&lt;br /&gt;#18 Do you easily give in in fighting?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who the opponent is. :D&lt;br /&gt;#19 Have you wished that you could have someone but messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;#20 Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;#21 Have you ever broke a heart?&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;#22 If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl whom you are deepy in love with, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Cry and let them be together! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;#23 Are u missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how bored i am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116332306233458917?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116332306233458917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116332306233458917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116332306233458917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116332306233458917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-single-taken-or-crushing-single-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116330029923016678</id><published>2006-11-12T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:58:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting ytd, i was rather lazy and tired. : / So we went to the zoo, despite of the downpour, we still had a hella of a time. (: ITS THE COMPANY YOU SEE. :DD After the almighty late jewel arrived, and ate, we left for mandai! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/DSC00777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/DSC00777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lotsa camerawhoring! :DD I especially liked their bins! So cute and squaree! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/Photo-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/Photo-0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/Photo-0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello retards. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/Photo-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/Photo-0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;So it rained, didnt kill our mood though, except towards the end. Then while walking in the rain we started singing songs. Yknow those trams in the zoo? Yeah, there was one kind zoo keeper who just allowed us to hop on to her tram with no charge! (: The rest who went past us were just heartless bongbongs. (?!) So after leaving the zoo, and after much much much alot of considerations, we headed for Junctions Eight! I'm starting to hate that place, but still wanna go there. Whyy! :// And the stupid delifrance meal had me broke, and the worse thing is i didnt even finish eating it. ) : Then jenn went to Seiyu to buy nail polish and fake nails(?!). HURR. Then Luke said he wanted to meet us, so then Rachael told him to come to the Cosmetics dept at Seiyu. HARHARHAR, wait till the guys go &lt;em&gt;brokebackk! &lt;/em&gt;Hohoho. I'm suppose to be at church now, shitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you 5/6 of fun for ytd, i had a jolly good time. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116330029923016678?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116330029923016678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116330029923016678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116330029923016678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116330029923016678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-for-not-posting-ytd-i-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116316661872543493</id><published>2006-11-10T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T05:50:18.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I miss y'all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/JIAHERJAIMEMEISH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/JIAHERJAIMEMEISH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/JENNIPOOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/JENNIPOOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/1600/JIAHUIMARIESAMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/144/1200/200/JIAHUIMARIESAMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampan and Jiahui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just found out my cousin had an english name today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll blog abt the wedding tmr. : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116316661872543493?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116316661872543493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116316661872543493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116316661872543493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116316661872543493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-yall-bimbos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116312699215919826</id><published>2006-11-10T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:49:52.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum says i'm slave to the computer, i wake up and immediately get myself online. OHWELLS.  So today's the day the first grandchild gets married, luckily its not a girl, or my granny would cry. Hoho, its at the Gallery Hotel, and Mindy, Mabel and Dad arent going. Cos of work and exams. Ohwells, can you imagine how awkward it'll be. : / But heck, i'm excited! Its cousin bonding time! ((: &lt;em&gt;My cousins with stubbles, heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesyes, i cut my fringe. Last night, it was sucha rush. Then mum still wanted to do facial and all that shit. Oh and last night was the first hair cut that i didnt cry! Are yall happy for me? (: I tell you its sucha great accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their playing Hoobastanks The reason. (: Ohmymama, the memories. I tell you. : / Rahh, whatever. I'm so jolly excited. And its like everyone will be there, &lt;em&gt;except for the three people from my fam. ): &lt;/em&gt;Someone tell me where Gallery Hotel is?! Gahh, i'm so excited. :D Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116312699215919826?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116312699215919826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116312699215919826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116312699215919826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116312699215919826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/mum-says-im-slave-to-computer-i-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116306367597552509</id><published>2006-11-09T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:14:35.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause there's something in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's as if my heart knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the missing piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this world I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never know what you see but there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I could freeze a moment in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be the second that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Touch your lips to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to stop the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make time stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause baby this is just the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always wanna feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That something in the way you look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116306367597552509?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116306367597552509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116306367597552509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116306367597552509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116306367597552509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/cause-theres-something-in-way-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116304129321714701</id><published>2006-11-09T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:01:33.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's fever was bad, though it was only a mere 38 degrees. &lt;em&gt;It was enough to kill me.&lt;/em&gt; And the thing is i was prefectly ine when i went to J8 to meet up with Jiahui and Samp. Until i went to gramp's for dinner. I had absolutely no appetite. &amp;amp; I thought nothing was wrong cos i usually dont take dinner. Until i felt so bloody cold, and got momma to feel my forehead. Rahh, fever. So i went back home and took like some disgusting black coloured medicine, it was so awful. ) : So i was ordered to go sleep. First time, falling asleep was like within seconds. Then at about 11 plus, mum woke me up to take another spoonful of that awful thing. So subsequently after that, falling asleep was so difficult. And then i started thinking about stuff, which made the whole head ache more than it had. Oh god save me, describing it just makes me feel worse. : ( Woke up like so many times last night,&lt;em&gt; this sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent took my temperature this morning, but i feel much better though i can still feel my heart pounding in my head . Yeah, sucks. I wake up and i'm forced to eat this &lt;em&gt;pau &lt;/em&gt;that granny bought from the market. Excuse me, i'm sick. You arent suppose to give a sick person &lt;em&gt;pau &lt;/em&gt;its so greasy and oily. So i had a bite, and gave up eating. And then i overheard Mum speaking to Dad abt her staying home today to look after me, guess what. I woke up and only my maid was arnd. So last night i realised that !st cousin's solemnisation was tmr, which is friday, and also the day i'm suppose to be out with Alyssa, Val, Clare and all. I guess i just cant go. And today, i'm suppose to rush and get my outfit for tmr's event with Rachael, and Jenn (who is btw in spore! ((: ) but my mum just forbits me from stepping outta house cos of this stupid fever. Thus now i'm ranting at blogger. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, is there anything that can make me feel justa lil' better. Okay, there's carebear's on teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wants a carebear hug! I DO! ) : C'mon carebears! It's time to save Marie. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what the fever did to me? : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid phone, stop ringing lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116304129321714701?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116304129321714701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116304129321714701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116304129321714701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116304129321714701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterdays-fever-was-bad-though-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116290836189943875</id><published>2006-11-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:06:02.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was b-o-r-i-n-g. Oh mann, when can i ever &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; ice skate. : ( We didnt get to ice skate cos it was getting kinda late by the time we finished studying. OHWELLS. Another time then, meishi had better be free. Tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up watching DeathNote, whatthehell. Such a unrealistic show. Okay finee, the storyline is alright, but it's too too computerised. Haiyoyo. &amp;&amp;amp;i didnt get to watch The Covenant. Oh man, the hotness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, did yall know i like Josh Groban! &amp;&amp;amp;i wanna have his new album! Sponsor someone? ((: and stupid Meishi Koon still owes me 7bucks. Neighh youu, Meishi. Ohwells, i want a new blogskin! I think i'll just randomly grab one from blogskins. I'm so so so lazyy. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never thought i'd be so so into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116290836189943875?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116290836189943875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116290836189943875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116290836189943875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116290836189943875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-b-o-r-i-n-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116282180805196208</id><published>2006-11-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:03:28.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all. (: I went out with Jewel and Sam today. Did some hmk, and bought button earrings! :Ｄ Red and white, stripes. (: Oh and i saw a brown crocheqt bikini! I likeee. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, now i hafta make a skin for danella. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116282180805196208?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116282180805196208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116282180805196208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116282180805196208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116282180805196208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116278933638400553</id><published>2006-11-06T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:02:16.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note, i dont do this alot. So youre in for smth today. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;1. FIRST NAME? Marie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps? Ask my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Last night? Oh god, dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;You have yet to see it, i dont think you'll like it. WHY AM I TALKING TO THE QUIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Beef, maybe a lil chicken. (: 6. I don't know what the question was. What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, perhaps lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;To certain people only. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, i dont rmb taking them out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Wafflecrisp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i dunno. I like to arm wrestle though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Mochaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;6, 6.5, 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Hating everything abt myself, yes thats what i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Godma, who's all the way in Chicago. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Pink shorts and pink bedroom slippers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Eggs with bacon bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Lost prophets, Last train home. So over, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly girl, Anna Sui. Gah, materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i dont get attracted to anyone. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Peach and Lychee soda. At pasta mania. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, rockclimbing? Is dancing a sport? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. HAT SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;My guess cap's a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a sweet tooth, that should say alot alr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING?&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE?&lt;br /&gt;DOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Orange pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Five people you meet in heaven reall soon. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;My mouse. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid bra show. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;The shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Queen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Mum says i've been to the states, though i dont rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT IS YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Talent? HAH, get real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;140893, Thomson Medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST THOUGHT TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Fck, bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael called me Marie! Wahaha, not cockroach! Gosh, miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwards. says: but marieee,you see its called a fact&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we'll get there, this i swear. says: omg!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we'll get there, this i swear. says: you called me marie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my point? 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So youre in for smth today. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. FIRST NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Marie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps? Ask my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;night? Oh god, dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;have yet to see it, i dont think you'll like it. WHY AM I TALKING TO THE QUIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Beef, maybe a lil chicken.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't know what the question was.&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, perhaps lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A&lt;br /&gt;JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;To certain&lt;br /&gt;people only. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, i&lt;br /&gt;dont rmb taking them out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Wafflecrisp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE&lt;br /&gt;THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i&lt;br /&gt;dunno. I like to arm wrestle though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Mochaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;6, 6.5,&lt;br /&gt;7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Hating everything abt myself, yes thats what i&lt;br /&gt;hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Godma, who's all the way in&lt;br /&gt;Chicago. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Pink shorts and pink bedroom slippers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST THING&lt;br /&gt;YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Eggs with bacon bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Lost prophets, Last train home. So over, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Dolly girl, Anna Sui. Gah, materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO&lt;br /&gt;WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. THE&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i dont get&lt;br /&gt;attracted to anyone. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Peach and Lychee&lt;br /&gt;soda. At pasta mania. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming,&lt;br /&gt;rockclimbing? Is dancing a sport? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. HAT SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;My guess cap's a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a&lt;br /&gt;sweet tooth, that should say alot alr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;ENDING?&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE?&lt;br /&gt;DOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. HUGS OR&lt;br /&gt;KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream. :&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Five people you&lt;br /&gt;meet in heaven reall soon. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;mouse. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid&lt;br /&gt;bra show. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;The shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.&lt;br /&gt;ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Queen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN&lt;br /&gt;FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Mum says i've been to the states, though i dont&lt;br /&gt;rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT IS YOUR SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Talent? HAH, get&lt;br /&gt;real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;140893, Thomson&lt;br /&gt;Medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST THOUGHT TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Fck, bad hair&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Michael called me Marie! Wahaha, not cockroach! Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwards. says:&lt;br /&gt;but marieee,you see its called a fact&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we'll&lt;br /&gt;get there, this i swear. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we'll get there, this i swear.&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;you called me marie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is what i mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116278842986112856?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116278842986112856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116278842986112856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116278842986112856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116278842986112856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/note-i-dont-do-this-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116273651466294693</id><published>2006-11-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:21:54.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a long day, ran arnd the island with momma, buy textiles, shampoo. Yknow necessities. Then we were at the Watsons buying shampoo, then we were talking about my cousins early pregnancy, then momma told me that while she was carrying me, she ever thought of aborting me. Like wth momma, you didnt hafta to say that. But at least i'm still living lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;then i thought, what the world would be like without me. HMM, not much of a difference right? I mean i dont know, but yeahh. &amp;then i thought if my momma had aborted me that year she found out she got me (1993) , then would i be born again? As in born with another pair of parents? Then what type of life would i be leading? Would i even be chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;what would the world be like? Onethree will have another register number 13, ij dance will have another dancer. And the world will have one less fat person! : / I mean seriously, thats all right. Just proves that i havent achieved much huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell, i dont think i have made much of an impact in the lives of the people arnd me, as in they would still be living as well as they are without me right? Okay, you see, i havent really done much for them. And the thing is, i dont know how. : / Now, i am getting far-fetched. And this is getting draggy. Oh myy marie, dont tell me youre having suicidal thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mindy is telling me abt game her friend is playing. Its like youve gotta buy this "racket" and then you sit in front of the television and start hitting the air, while the sensors will detect the direction youre hitting. Can you just imagine how retarded that'll look? WAHAHAHA, FUNNY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm giving up on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116273651466294693?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116273651466294693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116273651466294693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116273651466294693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116273651466294693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-long-day-ran-arnd-island-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116270141317520622</id><published>2006-11-05T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:36:53.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like i can not stop falling ill. I'm sitting and staring, hungry with my left eye swollen. : X This is seriously not goood. While i'm suppose to be at mass now, i'm like staring at the screen tearing. This suckss. I dont like. And Rachael Lye the pangsai head is like buggin me to go for lunch with them. I wanna go, but this eye is buggin me. &amp;&amp;amp;i do not wanna waste my sunday staring at the computer screen. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do smth about this eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116270141317520622?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116270141317520622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116270141317520622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116270141317520622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116270141317520622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/seems-like-i-can-not-stop-falling-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582563.post-116264769094403800</id><published>2006-11-04T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:41:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum bought a new oven, so i wont be so bored during the hols. I can start baking and burning things. (: But on the other hand, she was being such a pain today, she didnt allow me out and told me that she'd be taking me out, in the end, i spent the whole day at home lazing arnd. Just a wasted day like this. Then when i got home she made me drink this weird black thingy, so disgustingly smelly. &amp;trust me, this isnt the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, i heard that jenn's coming back tmr! (: Something worth being excited about. YAY. So ive changed the blogskin, but to one that ive used before, owells luh. I'm lazyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lazy me shall do her math now.&lt;br /&gt;gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13582563-116264769094403800?l=-sopsychotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/feeds/116264769094403800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13582563&amp;postID=116264769094403800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116264769094403800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13582563/posts/default/116264769094403800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-sopsychotic.blogspot.com/2006/11/mum-bought-new-oven-so-i-wont-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01643410441294877909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
